I just love flea-markets and especially flea-markets in France. It is like going on a treasure hunt , looking into old and dusty boxes, looking for beautiful old linen, turning old porcellan to see if it might be the "real thing". Last Sunday I only found an old table, not that we need another one , but the price was irresistible.
It took some scrubbing and cleaning with vinegar and water ( to get the smell off) some sanding and many layers of olive oil (best for old furniture).
The result pleased all the members of the family!
Our World Tuesday