I have always loved flea market chic. While I have been told on good authority that the giant flea markets at Cligancourt aren't really flea markets so much as a series of small pricey antique shops, I still had to go. It was still snowing (and sleeting) which added to the slightly louche atmosphere. The only thing I bought were some old keys to hang on a chain a la Tiffanys'. Still it was fun to wander through the stalls while munching on roasted chestnuts and dream of lugging home a huge crystal chandelier.