Yesterday we woke up, feeling tons better than when we woke up on the saturday, and started our trip towards Kawasaki flea market. First we had a nice breakfast of course (a lot of days my favourite meal of the day, going to bed and longing for waking up so that I can have breakfast).
At the flea market we found out that it was a European market, but we didn’t mind. Instead it was pretty fun to find blouses from Sweden and a lot of beautiful french garments. I talked to some of the people selling, and one of the guys of course knew what Rokit vintage was, the Vintage Showroom and so on. He was going to London in november and told me to come back after that again. I told him to say hello from Hanna if he is going to my old shop in Covent Garden. Felt happy and nostalgic.
Even though a lot of these things where to expensive for us, we still enjoyed watching and dreaming about future houses looking just like this.
I did buy a 1950s french coat though. What could I do? Just completely fell in love. I got som discount from the guy to, I think because of the little nice talk about London-vintage.
There were so many beautiful garments.
Here he is! We took a photo of each other taking a photo, of course.
The sun was shining and making it all even more pleasant (except for the sweet starting coming on our bodies).
There was french music playing and people strolling, just like a sunday should be.
Everything was so nicely put together, like this little cabinet.
This kind of looked french to. Tokyo somehow manage to both look pretty much the same everywhere, and still showing complete differences. Love it, even though it can be confusing for a new one like me.
This was probably the nicest little shop, especially when it comes to mens wear, whom a man named Satoru had. It is called Sirturday and has both an instagram and a webshop we found out. Since Satoru was very good at speaking english he promised to give us a lot of market and vintage tips, super nice!
Fia and Adam joined after a while and we decided to go for lunch in the sun, since we started to get a bit hungry.
I will show you more from our sundae tomorrow, since it is now time for movie and ice cream cone-time in bed. I think that is probably the best part of moving somewhere: not having to do new things all the time. Some days I just feel like putting my pyjamas on and getting under the cover.