Not all those who wander are lost, but I certainly am!
If the name seems vaguely familiar it’s probably one of three things. Someone you know has visited and come back saying how beautiful it was, you vaguely recognize it from Greek mythology as the Elysian Fields (Elysium), or you’ve heard about the protests. From personal experience I can say that it’s an eerie mix of all three.
The literal translation of Marché aux Puces is flea market; and in essence that’s the concept. Like any flea market you will find stalls with merchants who sell things which have been previously owned. Some items are old, some newer. Still, I would hardly call the Marché aux Puces a typical fleamarket. Having experienced it myself I can easily say it’s so much more.
No, it’s not okay to travel yet. I know that’s not what you want to hear, believe me. My soul is still screaming about it.
This week has been stressful, I know. There’s a lot going on, there’s a lot of uncertainty, and it’s not fabulous. That’s why this week I figured I’d give you something a bit more idyllic, gentle readers.
In a little town, about two hours north of Toronto, you’ll find this wonderful festival. It’s the best place to find anything cranberry or Muskoka and Northern Ontario themed anything. From necklaces, winter accessories, toys and accessories for dogs and cats, preserved foods and cheeses, and fudge, you’ll find it here!