Today, as I walked home from the bakery with fresh croissants, a woman stopped me to ask where Rue de la Roquette was. I sort of pointed and said "over there." I didn't think much of it until later in the morning when we went out for a walk and discovered that starting about a block from our house, and throughout the la Roquette neighborhood, little flea markets had been set up. This is what it looked like.
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