Sunday, December 4, 2022

Dec. 9th-10th: Extra Merriment Hours!

 The secret is  out . . . yes it's true . . . we're re-opening the doors to our biggest holiday market of the year for two additional days, starting this Friday Dec. 9th from 10am-5pm and concluding this Saturday Dec. 10th from 10am-5pm!  As is our custom, we will have a special  "Extra Merriment Hours" Last-Chance Holiday Market in case you couldn't visit us earlier (or just want to come back for more holiday merriment).  

Come find the perfect French-imported gifts for your loved ones this holiday season!  We still have lots of holiday stocking stuffers, gifts and handmade crafts for you and your loved ones, plus beautiful vintage treasures from the flea markets of Paris.  

We hope to see you and share some holiday cheer!

"Extra Merriment Hours" Holiday Market:

Friday Dec. 9:             10am to 5:00pm
Saturday  Dec. 10:      10am to 5:00 pm

Joyeux Noel,


Monday, November 21, 2022

Dec. 1st-4th: The Noël Market !

 This holiday season, we cannot take you to Paris, but we can bring a little Parisian Christmas to you. Our "Noël" market Dec. 1st-4th will focus on bringing holiday joy to those you love.   Our last holiday market of the year will feature all that shimmers this holiday season, including tons of  lovely handmade and vintage holiday gifts and crafts and -- as always -- lots of new treasures that we just imported from our beloved Paris and other favorite French locations.  This December, you can still shop like a Parisian, and live like the French!

The market kicks off on Thursday December 1st from Noon to 6pm and continues Friday December 2 and Saturday December 3 from 10am-5pm each day and concludes on Sunday December 4 from Noon-4pm.  

The "Noël" Market Hours Dec. 1st-4th:
Thursday, December 1:           Noon-6pm 
Friday, December 2:                10am-5pm
Saturday, December 3:            10am-5pm
Sunday, December 4:               Noon-4pm

A bientot,

Thursday, November 17, 2022

Nov. 25-26: Xmas Sweater "Faux Pas" Event!

Wear your jingles, wear your glitter, the holidays are here! Join us on Friday Nov. 25th or Saturday Nov. 26th from 11am-3pm each day for our special 2-day Christmas Sweater "Faux-Pas" Event. Help Confectionique sparkle more by wearing your worst Christmas sweater. Those who play along will get 10% off their entire purchase. It's our first-ever opening on Black Friday and Small Business Saturday!

We can't wait to see you again!

Our Christmas Sweater "Faux Pas" Event hours:

Friday Nov. 25:                11am-3pm
Saturday Nov 26:             11am-3pm

a bientot,


Monday, November 7, 2022

Nov. 11th-12th: Our "Bonne Chance" Market!


Feeling lucky? You should, because it's your lucky week! If you missed our November "Home for the Holidays" market last weekend or just want to come back for more seasonal fun, we're giving you a second chance with our special 2-day good luck market (or "Le Bonne Chance Marché") this Friday November 11th AND Saturday November 12th from 11am-5pm each day.  We're opening our doors once again so you can have a second lucky chance to enjoy our market before we close until our next regular market in December. (You can join the Facebook event here if possible.)

We decided to offer you a second chance at something you admired, loved, or want to reconsider after thinking about it for days! Knowing we won't open again until December, here is your Bonne Chance to stock up on one of your French favorites or purchase a last-minute unique gift.

We can't wait to see you again!

November "Le Bonne Chance Marché" hours:

Friday Nov. 11:                 11am-5pm
Saturday Nov. 12:             11am-5pm

a bientot,


Monday, October 17, 2022

Nov. 3rd-6th: Home for the Holidays!

 When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze, for the holidays, you can't beat home sweet home! -- "Home for the Holidays"

We love to travel to Paris in September, after the summer heat but before what Ernest Hemingway called the bad weather that "would come in one day when the fall was over."  When we return home from Paris, the change of seasons is usually underway here also.  Autumn will soon be in full swing in Wisconsin, with orange and yellow leaves and crisp, cool days. Our hearts and minds turn to the coming holiday season.  Some long for the coziness of a wood burning stove, others for a snowshoe hike after fresh snowfall, or reading a good book next to a roaring fireplace, baking your grandmother's banana nut bread, the coming of Thanksgiving and -- not long after that -- Old Man Winter. It is especially this time of year that we may long for comfort and coziness the most!

We hope to create a sense of warmth and bundle you up in joy at our next market Nov. 3rd-6th. Our "Home for the Holidays" market is the first of our 2022 "Les Fêtes de Noël" year-end holiday festivals! We'll have home decorations for the holiday season, including Christmas, as well as treasures and lots of gift ideas from Paris and elsewhere in France.  We want you to feel as though you can come and stay as long as you please, as if  you are being hugged by beauty and find happiness around every corner.  And maybe you will find a little something for your precious, cozy home.

No matter how far away you roam . . . there's no place like home for the holidays!

"Home for the Holidays" Market Hours:

Thursday, Nov. 3:          12pm-6pm
Friday, Nov. 4:               10am-5pm
Saturday, Nov. 5:           10am-5pm
Sunday, Nov. 6:             Noon-4pm

a bientot,


Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Escape to a Chateau

When the metal gate to the ancient apartment building opened, the underground parking lot was deep, steep and dark -- really dark. We edged forward pensively, slowly, with our rental Ford Kuga (sort of a small-sized cross-over) into what appeared to be hell. Were we headed into the catacombs? Why did we continue? We had no choice.

Let me start from the beginning.

We were excited about a new area of France:  Albi, an ancient city located in the L'Occitainie. This region is beautiful and hilly. The countryside has rows and rows of grape vines and charming chateaus. Plus, I had come to see my friend of 3 years that I had never met in person (yet another story), and Adam graciously agreed.

We rented an apartment in the center of the old city. A busy city. As instructed, we pulled into the very narrow, one-way street in front of the apartment with an old metal garage door and called the owner. The owner decided that now was a good time to explain every painful detail of how to find the key to the apartment, how to find the door to the apartment and the apartment layout. Okay, now he was going to open the garage door remotely, but he had to hang up the phone as traffic accumulated behind us with folks honking and angry.

To help ease traffic, we circled around the block and found ourselves in front of the unopened garage door again. It started to rain heavily. A union protest began nearby. The police put up a blockade. The honking traffic returned. The garage door was still closed. We were stuck.

For better cell phone reception, Adam walked up and down the narrow road trying to reach the owner to get him to open the garage door. After 30 minutes of unrelenting rain and a waning of the protest, the squeaky, clunky metal gate opens.

We peered in. Really? We are supposed to get this vehicle into this tiny hole? We entered the first level. No, we needed to proceed down to the deeper level. This level was not gradual, it was a deep slope into further darkness. The headlights of our vehicle were not bright enough to see adequately. The motion lights in the garage were very dim too. How do we proceed? There was no way to back out. The only way out was to go deeper into the abyss.

Down, down, down we go with narrow walls and dripping rain water seeping in. Down, down, down we go. The motion lights go out and don't go back on. We locate parking slot #2, but our car does not fit. Even if it did fit, we would not have been able to exit the vehicle. Now we were deep underground, with no cell service, trying to turn the car around and trying to navigate a sharp turn to get out. The dim motion lights never clicked back on. It took us 60 minutes of maneuvering and near catastrophe for the rental car to get back out into the rainy daylight.

We finally emerged from the parking dungeon, breathing a sigh of relief. After having no safe place to keep our car and the lack of assistance from the apartment manager, we canceled our accommodations. We settled into the Chateau de Salettes where the air is crisp, the landscape is vast, the accommodations are out of a movie, and the parking is above ground.

A’bientot, Anastasia

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Adventure at La Poste!

 Bonjour friends!'

It is beyond words as to how happy I am to be back in Paris. This beloved city of light and noise, food and wine, and friends and strangers.

It is often thought by some American tourists that Parisiens are rude. In reality this is a rare exception rather than the rule, but aren't there kind and rude people everywhere?

Just today I carried a 10 kilo (22lb) box to the post office. I was feeling pretty proud of myself, as last week I learned how to use the automatic postal machine. I fully expected to do that again today. Nope. The box was too heavy for the machine. 

Initially, the postal worker told me I needed to return home, go on the computer to put in all the info and then return with the box to the post office with the code they would send me. Well, he saw my face. "Bring up the website on your phone," he said. "What website?" I replied. He laughed and shook his head.

After clearing that up, he walked away, but then came back. "Are you still trying to bring up the French post office website on your phone?" 

I nodded. I suppose I was looking a little flustered. He looked at my phone over my shoulder and pointed. "How can you open anything on that phone? You have too many apps open!" He laughed and walked away again. So I tried to close all my apps.

He came back again. "What is your name?" he asked. "My name is Anastasia," I told him as if we were going to become fast friends. I asked him his name. It was -- believe it or not -- Elvis.

"Well, Anastasia come with me, we are going to get this sorted," Elvis said with confidence.

Elvis escorted me behind the scenes to a postal worker desk. Two postal workers sat me down behind their computer and helped me complete the whole application, stamped the box and sent it on it's way. In the meantime, I learned their names, a little about their life in Paris and their wonderful families! 

So, are there rude people in Paris? I really have yet to find any. Do they have bad days, just like you and I? I would say they do, and they handle them just as well or as poorly as anybody! 

Kindness goes a long way in this world. Perhaps we could learn a little something from the French!


Anastasia (Aka...French postal worker for a moment)