Of vintage in the 3 ème and belts in particular

I checked out several vintage and consignment shops in the 3ème, and found them to be very pricey. Gilda's place stands out as the most fairly priced of them. They are bunched along the rue de Poitou, while Gilda is on rue du Temple.

I found my belt, navy blue and cream, apparently dating back to the 1970s. So, in other words, it might be an old belt from my teenage years for all I know. I resigned myself to the reality that belts are going to cost twenty euros at the bottom of the price scale if bought used. There was another belt made out of crocodile skin that was really beautiful, but I passed it up because I knew that I didn't really need it. There was also a lovely warm tweed blazer with a fur collar. It might have been seal skin fur, which is quite upsetting -- and so is crocodile skin for that matter. Both are rare now because hunting those animals for their skin has been outlawed. I've hit upon the morality of buying objects that are no longer allowed to be made, hence their rarity, hence their value but also their unique beauty. The morality in beauty. The morality in being unique.