Limoges: a creamer

Any of my stays in Lisbon brings me to one place: Feira da Ladra, a flea market held every Saturday and Tuesday at Campo de Santa Clara, near the National Pantheon, offering a splendid view over the white marble dome and the Tagus river. 
Although the view alone makes the visit worthwhile, I never leave empty-handed, and I usually bring only a limited amount of cash to avoid overspending. My latest passion is porcelain, and I recently purchased a small milk jug originating from the French region of Limoges. Although it does not bear any of the best-known luxurious marks—such as Bernardaud, Raynaud, or Haviland—it possesses a fine translucency and is marked on the bottom with the distinctive flag. Like many Limoges pieces, it is simply stamped Limoges France, which means it was made in Limoges but not necessarily by a specific renowned  manufacturer. Yet it brings this fine, discreetly playful, feminine Rococo spirit into my life. I love the organic feel and the rythmic twist of its belly. As if it had a dancing octopus inside.