I found Sian a postcard here. I had found her one at the Louvre which became a 3D model cow, but they wouldn't accept my card, I was 7c short and I couldn't find an ATM anywhere :(
The streets she sent me to did, indeed, offer fun and intrigue
. My particular favourite was a cupboard-sized affair which the young Parisian guy waiting outside informed me was stocked entirely with finds from second hand shops and flea markets. It was called L'objet qui parle, which directly means 'The object who speak', but I'm figuring they meant 'L'objets qui parlent' which would make it plural!
There were skeletons, taxidermic animals, furs, lamps, furniture, toys and a variety of unexplainable oddities. For one of the smallest shops I've walked into, I certainly spent a long time staring at everything. And, the guy was more than happy to oblige when I asked if I could be allowed to take photos!
I found a lovely French lady in Montmartre who happily drew me a map of the local streets with 'interesting shopping'. She stressed that I may not find anything, but that I would have fun wandering in and out of these stores. I had been drawn into her shop by a colourful wall covered entirely with photographs of children getting messy and creative at her art workshops she holds in the centre of her shop. The remaining three walls are shelved and overflowing with games, toys, puzzles and ancient childhood teddies. I asked if an old Babar was for sale and she explained they were hers and her sisters' from growing up and only used for decorations; she couldn't part with them.