My recent trip saw me spending most of my time in the south of France, but my sister and I fit in a whirwind 23-hour layover in Paris. This left me with only a few hours of shopping time, but I managed to do significant damage nonetheless.
In my shopping frenzy, I found myself in the Marais, and came face to face with a store window with the most whimsical, adorable bags I had ever seen. Fortunately for my already abused credit card, the store had closed for the day, and I was leaving the next morning before it opened. Doesn’t mean that I am not now pining for a Barbara Rihl bag.
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