I have made time to hand-bead this large disc shaped headpiece base.
I started it in the airport lounge.
A large curly feather will finish it nicely.
I can now put a 'Hand-Made in Paris' label on its sparkling visage.
I would click away now.
It's no secret.
Paris is my sort of town.
They let dogs in just about everywhere.
And there's pastries and cakes.
I have become obsessed looking at each baker's 'signature' style.
There's plenty of them.
Only French bees.
Buzzing around the sugary goodness.
It's all there for the taking for you to claim as 'your own'.
But, you have to look up.
The flowers encroach the footpath.
The local council couldn't care.
No-one is policing footpath space.
You just get right out of the way.
Here's our local.
The domes gleam.
This is the highly acclaimed fan and headpiece designers maison Duvelleroy.
Just at the end of the street.
Here's the Plaza Athenee with all its glorious red geranium filled planter boxes.
The French seem to be able to put a garden anywhere.Dior has its headquarters around the corner.
Here's Monsieur Legeron's lovely pieces.
The epitome of elegance.
Ready to be shipped.
You can sit under this dome at Galeries Layfayette, sipping coffee for not much more than
you would pay at home.
See you after dinner.