Last night I dreamed I was shopping for produce at an open-air market in Paris. Actually, last night I dreamed I was teaching people how to shop for produce at an open-air market in Paris: always say bonjour, never touch the produce unless the seller hands it to you, etc. I was very smug, in my dream, about my ability to communicate with le vendeur, and he was very charming and gave me some complimentary strawberries. Even in my dreams, Paris loves me.
Now I must buckle down and make this dream come true. No Buy still holding, although I have been tested by a big sale at Yoox.com. I got a decant of Tubereuse Criminelle in the mail yesterday from an advertiser on my Style Spy site, which was delightful and reminds me how much I want a full bottle of that fragrance, and I have to go to the Palais Royal for that. My first bell jar, although not my first Lutens. It's not a perfume for everyone, but oh, how I adore it. I plan on strolling out of the boutique with my shopping bag in my hand, positively reeking of slightly perverse tuberose chicness, and having a glass of wine at one of the sidewalk cafés here in the garden. Must hold onto that image.
It's going to be a long summer...
photo: Mary Twiss Connolly
4 comments:
welcome in Paris !
now i know you love Paris, i will take more photo of my beautiful city in order to offer them to you
to thank you for your love, if you need to use any pf my photo, be my guest !
i wish you a very nice evening
Kamel
street style romancer in Paris
oh how I love this oldschool french font on the fruit boxes!
Hey, if you're going to use my photo at least credit me!
Mary Twiss Connolly AKA Beatchick
http://www.pbase.com/beatchick/image/57237652
Okay, I see you have! But what a very small credit!!
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