Speaking of flea markets, I've been wanting to share my latest find. I discovered this set of five faux bone handled knives at one of my favorite marches aux puces. They reminded me of the flatware found in bistros across France.
The photo doesn't do these pieces justice, with their beautiful aged handles, a creamy patina. But my favorite part are the blades, sturdy and wide, perfect for coaxing tasty bites onto the fork. The blades are also ideal for spreading butter and jam on my breakfast tartine.
Beautiful to look at, lovely to hold, it's a joy when simple things bring us pleasure, n'est ce pas?