Nestled in the winding streets of the outer arrondissements are the antique markets of Paris.
Time has no place here. Once you enter you are surrounded by an uncountable number of objects piled high and crammed in amongst one another. Innumerable textures, every tone and shade of gold; plated, gilded, tarnished, patinaed, alloyed, laminated, lacquered, woven, threaded, beaded, ornate, sparkling and rich with the human propensity for elaboration and repetition.
