I call it a “reunion” because that is what it felt like to me...not two strangers meeting for the first time but two old friends who had been long parted. I imagine that in another time...another place, most likely Paris, we were great “amies.” We were school chums a la “Madeline”. We chose each other first when choosing teams...we shared each other’s lunches...we skimmed rocks on “La Seine” and hop scotched our summers away. As we grew...we shared first loves and first heart breaks. We cried..we laughed...and we missed each other when we each left to “pursue our individual dreams.” We reunited in Paris (mais oui) and rented a flat together on the Champs-Elysees. We filled it with brocante finds and shared tresors. We bought fresh baguettes & chocolat at Chez Pierro just around the corner and sipped French wine while sharing secrets under La Tour Eiffel. We understood each other without ever speaking a word. Kindred spirits...soul sisters. And on a late summer day in New England, we “reunited” once again. Arm in arm, as if we were never parted,we picked up in this life where we left off in the other. The quintessential town of Brimfield and its’ famous Annual Flea Market was the perfect place for two old souls like us to meet. And what a “reunion” it was! Here is that very special and memorable day in pictures..... "ParisGal56" and "Moi" I wish we had taken more pictures together but time stood still and flew by almost simultaneously and the day was over before we knew it. Someday Mon Amie.....some day...I hope this will be us..... In the meantime.....