From canopie to canopie you wander until the sun begins to set. Each brings its own unexpected collections. Exhausted, your mind is racing with the inspirations the market has brought and filled with the many gypsy stories that were shared. Your feet are screaming for a momentary relief and so you drop your overstuffed knapsack and plop into a narrow metal cafe chair.
Still in awe of the magic and mystery of the market you watch the gypsy merchants begin to pack their goods into decorated trunks. Slowly, the once lively market becomes increasingly calm and the sound of old vans making their way down the road one behind the other is all that can be heard.
A clunky old ladder is opened at your feet and a robust gypsy begins to climb its ragged rungs. Fearful that the ladder may topple at any moment you jump up and steady the lopsided legs as the gypsy nears the top. His plump hands reach out and strong fingers begin picking the knot that holds the colorful banner reading "It's the Year of the Gypsy" in bold letters followed by "join us" in a carefully penned script. Banner down, the gypsy returns to the ground.
"How?" you ask.
But the gypsy only grins and motions toward the lumpy knapsack below your chair. Curiously watching as he walks away, ladder under one arm and tightly rolled banner under the other, he calls over his shoulder, "You'll find it".
Confused, you look down at the knapsack once more, bookboard, bright papers and twine tied parcels peek from under the flap...
live the adventure. bind it with style.
And what would the year of the gypsy be without a celebratory gypsy year clear stamp and a few sets of certifiable seals?