I need to clear my backlog of redbeards before I move deeper into the current/future times, so for this post, we’re back in Paris. This beard was spotted on the metro, en route home from Saint-Ouen, which is essentially a giant flea market commune, in the 18th arrondissement.
That day, I perused stall after stall of amazing old stuff: Louis the XIV-style mirrors, musty old sofas, amazing industrial pieces from this place called Colonial Concept, and much more. Then I spotted this ginger fellow hunting for ancient treasures as well. He was walking with his friends, and I wasn’t in the mood for an awkward approach, so I let him drift away. Low and behold, after I finished thrifting, who was sitting across from me on the metro? This guy.