
In 2005 I went to St. Ouen to hear some Django-style jazz in a (tiny)
cafe. I misread the time by about 6 hours so I spent that time looking
around the markets there. I had a specific ring in mind for my wife
and after 6 hours I actually found it, covered in grime in an
overflowing wooden case in one of the more disorganized stalls. I paid
15 euros for the silver ring (shaped like a small art deco fish), 15
euros for engraving and today it is my wife’s engagement ring!
— bacon
Check out the story here: Hunting for Treasure in Paris’s Marchés aux Puces
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