Apartment living in the most beautiful city in the world: les huitres au citron, un peu de vin, tout en plein-air.
What I'm wearing: my post-Kandahar summer wardrobe. I love this little draped adaptation of a one-shoulder Burda top. The slacks I love a little less - though I'm fighting to regain the weight I lost at KAF, it's hard work, and all my bottoms - skirts & pants - are still too baggy. Much of the time I look like I'm playing dressup in my mother's closet: NOT a great look anywhere, but especially not so in très chic Paris!
Yum, yum!
I made this little Burda jacket nearly two years ago, but never actually had the occasion to wear it till now - and how's this for perfect colour coordination with the environs? I'm practically invisible.
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And speaking of invisible: le Panthéon est bien grand et impressionnant, mais ou est Waldo?
