I couldn’t help but slack off a little bit. It was August--it was fucking hot. Please remember that there’s no air conditioning. Us Parisians, the ones who have stayed, feel really ashamed that we aren’t in Saint Tropez or something, so we’ve gone into camouflage to blend in with the tourists. Plus did I mention it’s REALLY FUCKING HOT?
Anyway, they caught us off guard.
Today at Monoprix, it was all trench coats and slouchy boots, tans and lip gloss, slim jeans and dogs on leads. Back from les vacances--back from Biarritz and Saint Tropez.