When the #1 vaporetto lets you off at the San Marco stop. You are forced to walk down alleyways lined with deluxe shops. "Name, names, names Sweetie-Darling" Missoni, Pucci, Cavalli.
Bottega Veneto.
You instantly feel the pinch in your purse.
These diamond-encrusted shoes do not have your name on them.
Not mine anyway.
Italianos or touristas? What's your guess?
This is why I suggest don't bother with the 3 euro cioccolata.
And ante up 9 euros at Caffe Florian. At least here you can feel like a principessa.
Fortunately gelato is universally democratic for principessas and the rest of us.
'How to get a major publisher to publish your book'
Everyone had to stand up and do their 'elevator pitch' and convince the rest of us that the 'takeaway' from their book was worth reading, so naturallement I started thinking...
What do you take away from PB?
It isn't all empty calories I hope... I aim to share some of the sheer unadulteratedbrand beauty I observe in Paris. And a touch of Paris style - who could leave that out?drawing by Margaux Motin True we all wannabe French girls...sigh The chances of that happening are...well, one can dream can't one? Do French girls eat all that chocolate? The mystery of the sphinx is easier to solve bien sur.
Heavens!
Even in the rain, whilst walking their dogs - they have matching RED SHOES!?