You may be wondering the same thing I was wondering yesterday. Where are all les Parisiennes?
Good question. I certainly didn't see any photo op subjects. Maybe they are dressing down and demonstrating against the proposed law to advance the retirement age (and anything else President Nicolas Sarkozy might propose), or perhaps they were simply keeping a low profile.
Either way, I couldn't find them.
As you know my raison d'etre is to keep you happy and entertained, so once again I hit the cobblestone streets of the village next to ours and came up with these lovely ladies -- proving, I think it is safe to say -- that gray and "greige" are a major movement.
Speaking of scarves, as Cherie was yesterday, the master of the metier is Deja Pseu. I think you should visit her today to see what she's up to. She did a great sleight of hand on one of mine while we sipped and nibbled on outrageously divine delicacies at Angelina's on the rue de Rivoli, but unfortunately it came unwound. Every time I wore it I tried not to disturb her handiwork, but finally the loops unlooped. (Will you fix it for me in May ma chere? I'll pin it next time.)