Georgetown French Market

detail_event_image_7After years of missing this event in DC, I finally had the chance to go on this sunny Saturday morning.

In true Bianca fashion, I only had about an hour to explore the market when it first opened before heading over to my Dance Trance class that started at 11:00am. Since the market is held in the Book Hill neighborhood (Wisconsin Avenue between P Street and Reservoir Road) it was only completely natural to start the day with a coffee and a mini croissant from Paul. I discovered their upstairs space this time and can’t wait to come back…maybe to blog, maybe to catch up with a friend.

wpid-IMG_20130420_091656.jpgWith said Paul coffee cup in my hand, my friend and I moseyed our way up Wisconsin. We stopped at each table lining the sidewalk to see if we could score some good deals. I was pleased to find that the discounts were deep enough to count as a discount- those who shop with me will inevitably hear me say ‘25% off does not count as a legit discount or sale!’.

By the Ella-Rue table I found some great jewelry pieces on sale and I snagged some earrings and a necklace in turquoise  I’m crazy for turquoise, light blue and mint at the moment. In the bins outside of Sassanova I found discounted Spanx products ($10!) and a bracelet (another $10) that came home with me too.

The galleries and antique boutiques along Wisconsin all had lovely merchandise displayed in the street. I usually just walk by these places without paying attention so it was nice to stop and dream of the pieces I’ll have in my luxe house one day.

Sherman Pickey had festive dresses and scarves on display at great prices and the air was filled with the lovely promise of a nutella crepe and other goodies from Patisserie Poupon. We kept walking and left many adorable items from the French Apartment, A Mano, Nectar Skin Bar and Urban Chic for the lucky shoppers to arrive after us. The only item I wish I would have purchased was a gray pillow with the word  ‘LOVE’ stitched in the front. I passed on it and not long after saw a woman scoop it up. It wasn’t meant to be this time for me and the LOVE pillow. Maybe next year.

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