La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France. We chose it while on the road, moving home, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, that is back in Ireland.

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Flea Market.

My mother lives in a lovely little estate that is called 'de tuinwijk' or in English 'Garden Estate'.
In Belgium many towns developed the garden estates just after the first world war at the edge of the town. The premise was to create enjoyable living surroundings for families. Houses with front and back gardens,  a communal area with lots of greenery which was unusual for towns. Shops, pubs were not incorporated. And up to this day they haven't changed the ideology. Every street has a 'flowery' name
I don't know when the estate was build in my mum's town, but the houses in her street are mainly from the fifties.

Wow, I digressed somewhat. 
Well, a while ago I was visitng my mum and she got a flyer in her letterbox to let people from the estate know there would be a flea market on the 5th August. 
That's when our eyes start to sparkle.  " Will I put our name down and book us a place ?" she asked, possibly hoping I wouldn't be interested. "Yes, why not." said I.
So we did.  In the weeks leading up to today, we rummaged our belongings. My cousin', who is moving house soon, brought half the contents of her house  (and lots of her stuff is now in my home - of course) to add to our market stall.  My sis in law came with a mountain of baby clothes.

Mum displaying the baby clothes

Ready to roll

This morning, before 8 am, we were ready to set up the family business of  flea market stall holders.  This evening we were pooped and decided that we might not be doing this again in a hurry.  People were scarse, takings were low.  But did we enjoy it ? Yes, I believe we did.  A bit of family bonding behind a market stall is something not to be sniffed at. 

Bert, Mathias and SIL, Joelle munching away on ham and cheese sarnies

Cousin once removed, Katrien, playing a tune on her squeezebox,

which unfortunately didn't sell.

Cousin Irma, enjoying the sunshine.

And our stall was the nicest looking of all. So there.

Love it when you pass by.  Love it even more when you leave your comments.
Patricia (who has probably written more oddities in her post than ever before - because she is pooped)


  1. Nice post Patricia makes a change to see something a little different and enjoyed the tour

  2. I'd have bought at LEAST one of those teapots! One of my favorite things to 'collect'!

    1. Hehe, Susan. My mum collects teapots too. This was an 'overflow' of our collective collection (mine, cousin's, mum's)
      I only have a few teapots and they'll have to do. ;)

  3. What a fun day, I love browsing at the flea markets!


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