Dress, Belt, Bag - Thirft
Sunglasses - Betsey Johnson
Last Sunday we spent the day in Montmartre, everyone seems to hold it in high regard but I must admit I wasn't so impressed. Yes, it was pretty cute but it was centered around tourists. Adam was totally swindled out of €7 for the most awful bracelet because he is too nice (or too stupid) to say no.
I should have read up more carefully because I didn't realise most shops in Paris close on Sundays. I had visions of spending a blissful day wandering around thrift stores and buying bread, like I do at home in dreary Scotland, of a Sunday.
Don't get me wrong, I adored Paris. I just wish I had read more about it before we went. And that I had taken more comfortable shoes because my feet were torn apart by the time I boarded the aeroplane home.
Disregarding everything that I've said, I did find a wonderful handmade dress in a tatty little shop, somewhere on the ascent to Pigalle. I'll post that and my blissful experience buying kitchen wares and why I wept at Versaillies soon.