“It was one of the last flea markets I would visit, somewhere in a small village in the French Ardennes”, Annemei recalls. Every holiday, the vintage lover scours dozens of markets in search of the most beautiful vintage bags. ,,Fanatical as I am, I usually go around seven o’clock in the morning. But this time I was running late; I didn’t arrive until about one o’clock. I didn’t really expect much more from it.”
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