A visit to Poissy, some twenty-five kilometres west of Paris, which I pass every time I go to Normandy, but where I had never stopped set me remembering.
Poissy has a beautiful church, la Collégiale, and also quite a large and interesting Toy Museum, where I saw this blurry baby. I wish I had been more patient when taking this photo as it would probably be crisper.
I had two of these celluloid dolls and at the museum learnt that they had stopped making them because they were highly flammable. One of my dolls had a broken nose and was my favourite. I read them stories and liked them much better than a fancy doll I was offered at one point.
They were such good listeners!
My grandmother had knitted this baby a red and white outfit, including a little hat and I really cherished that doll. When my daughter was born, I knitted her red and white clothes just like that little doll’s.
More of my Poissy photos here