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 never ending relics, crammed in amongst one another and piled high to the ceilings. This is a world of texture, every shade and tone. Brass, pewters and gold; plated, gilded, tarnished, patina, alloyed, laminated, lacquered, woven, threaded and beaded; ornate and rich with the human propensity for elaboration and repetition.
