When I was in Paris (that sounds simultaneously super pretentious and fictional), my host and I took a stroll up Rue du Temple. We were looking for a specific list of bead shops – which we never actually found – and came across a whole street full of bead shops that we hadn’t heard of! Including one that our hotel owner (hotel being a sort of converted house apartment thing) told us about when he came to collect his fees, called Minérales do Brasil (above). It wasn’t technically ON Rue du Temple, but rather tucked away through some carriage doors and a couple of courtyards.
Despite being the most cramped space I’ve ever been in, It was the shop of my dreeeeeaaaammmmsss.
Beads and rocks and gemstones, oh my! I mean… JUST LOOK AT IT:
I went way, way, wayyyy over my spending limit on this street, and S’s backpack got WAY too heavy (sorry man).
I lost my damn mind over the fluorite and labradorite, but I managed to control myself and only buy a few pieces:
The other shops also did disappoint. I mean, there wasn’t much around that I haven’t seen or bought online, or even semi-locally at the Nova Scotia Gem & Mineral Show. But it was IN PARIS. I WAS BUYING BEADS IN PARIS. The surreality will never dissipate. LOOK AT MY PROOF IN MY HANDS:
I’m running out of words, and I’m not ready to share my plans for this stuff yet (oh, there are plans), so here. An eyeball feast for you: