Antique markets in the Italian countryside..sound like fun? Well, what might sound like a perfect way to spend the weekend for some, is not exactly what I consider my ideal weekend. ( as in I would prefer to have my wisdom teeth pulled with a pair of pliers without anesthetic than spend my Saturday doing just this.) This said, you can imagine my enthusiasm when S-man, who I am never supposed to mention in this blog told me that was exactly what we were going to do.
The thing is, I do love going to markets and finding that special something, and if my husband and I could agree on what kind of toilet paper we wanted in the house I’m sure it would be lot’s of fun. The fact of the matter is, after 1 year of choosing things for our apartment we seem to go in different directions choice-wise lately: if I say white he will say black, if I say big he will say small, and if I say 2 ply he will say eco-friendly. So you can imagine how agonizing a day of looking for table and chairs can be. We started our little adventure early in the morning near Monza, just 20 minutes from Milan looking at dining room chairs made by an Italian craftsman – about 2 million different materials to choose from.(not really) After 2 hours we brought 1 sample away and told the guy we would need a minute to decide. (strangely enough)
We all climbed back into our Volvo and headed to another place just on the outskirts of Varese. A giant warehouse full of antiques and an even more gigantic yard full of wrought iron tables and chairs. Fortunately, we found this place thanks to some friends of ours who decided to come along with us, that and the fact that my kids were so tired of looking at things that we were quickly able to buy the cheapest thing and get the heck out of there.
Afterwards we drove to our friends house just 5 minutes from the center of Varese, where the kids were able to enjoy the last warm hours of sun playing in the immense garden. We drank champagne and munched on Italian salami, Parmigiano,(parmesan cheese) green olives and watched the sun go down.
Antique shopping isn’t so bad after all..