Oh man! My feet hurt, my legs hurt, my hands hurt, my arms hurt, my hips hurt, and, well everything hurts! We parked in a neighbouring corn field and then walked the streets of Temploux for 10 hours haggling for a better deal. At midnight, we made the decision to only stop at the lit stalls (our flashlight just wasn’t powerful enough) I think this is the only way we got through it all. I lament the booths we had to sidestep, but towards the end, the treasures were all blurring into piles of junk anyway!! Tucked safely into my bed by 3:30am, I mused (but only very briefly) that this would not be my last Brocante!!