I am in Paris, watching Desperate Housewives in French (but I get the gyst) with Coco, happy and shining a duck-fat glow after a long dinner of magret (duck is the chicken of France my Americans and the chicken here, if you can find it on menu, is way special but that's another post) and creme brulée--It was a long night of travel, followed by many coffees, and an afternoon organizing the furniture in the gallery on rue Chapon. The space we are presenting in is: amazing. We are on a street with many showrooms, girls popped their têtes in the door excited for our pop-up boutique and Claudia from Hageli and I just smiled:
Let's open a boutique in Paris! Idées are flying mes petites poulets.
Tomorrow we set up the rest. And buy flowers but most importantly wine. Tonight there is more TV to decipher. Bonne Nuit!