My Vuitton train cases are packed. My hats are in big fat boxes. Yes, I'm off to Paris - a wandering boheme's heme away from heme.
I will be buying a new perfume.
I will be flirting mercilessly with smelly French people. I will smoke.
I will stop by and say hello to Linlee at Collette (and leave her The Booster. She's been dying for it!).
I'll see you all upon my return, oui?