In Paris, Andrew and I took the 4 line to Chateau Rogue and went looking for wax fabric. I had never been to the neighborhood, even though we lived in Paris for a year. It's certainly interesting; the neighborhood is all African immigrants/descent. Even getting off the train I saw tons of women wearing the kind of fabric I was looking for!
Basically, all the shops are on Rue des poisonniers and there are quite a few. I found three prints that I thought about buying, but in the end I didn't get anything. I don't mind spending the money, but it was more the quantity. What am I going to do with six meters of the same print?
I was undecided, so we walked over to the Marche St. Pierre, which is the fabric shopping section of Paris. This was all new and exciting, as I got into sewing after I graduated from college and it wasn't my thing when I lived there.
I ended up buying two meters of this viscose print. It's kind of abstract and geometric, but with peacocks! aww yeah!