On Sunday, our friend took us to a brocante near Lyon. We had to get up at 4:45 in the morning! But it was worth it to have the experience of driving through the dark French countryside at 128 Km per hour, to see all of the French flea market stuff, and eat some very, very nice French pastries. As I was taking a photo of myself with our friend in a mirror, the dealer came over to be included. How fun. The woman in the suit was very cooperative about having her photo taken, also.