Mitry-Mory

Paris flea market is some craziness with people in your face selling every kind of French goods which were really made in China 🙄. One guy asked if I wanted to smell some perfume, I said no and he sprayed me anyway. Ugh. However the Antique Market next door was great and I almost bought a snail that's a basket and a gorgeous blue circle mirror. Then we trekked to the beautiful Momatre Art District - it's lovely but has waaayyy too many steps - I had to use some serious breathing exercises to lower my heart rate (thanks Lina). Ran into an amazing communal experience overlooking Paris with hundreds of people singing along to universal songs like Bob Marley's No Woman No Cry. Ironically the magic of the scene made me cry 😢Baca lagi