Flea Markets

Today I woke up at 1:00pm, thanks to jet-lag. After eating my host family out of house and home, baguette-and-cheese-wise, we took the bus to the centre of Rennes.

Here, we stumbled up la Braderie, which is a once a year event. Think of a tag sale or a garage sale that you may have been to. Now multiply it by 3,000. That's how big this flea market was. We strolled down the seemingly never ending street that held everything from bags to dolls to disco balls. Quite the scene.

I've now bought a French carte de sim, talked to les vendeurs, and ridden the bus without a problem. Success thus far.

Yours in dysfunctional French,

-L