Sun drenched Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings are the best days to take pictures in the country.
We live in an area where many Parisians have country or family homes and the town near ours is always a bustle of activity as everyone is out buying their baguettes from Claire; their tartes (and the to-die-for chocolate Symphony cake) from Clarisse; newspapers and magazines from Joelle; prescriptions and magic natural beauty products from Christine and Sophie’s pharmacy; and the world’s best ham from Madame et Monsieur Duflos (no one calls them by their first names; no one knows their first names).
Mr. Duflos, a Normandy native, also makes an obscenely rich pommes Daupinoise heavy with cream and Emmental.
As everyone was running about doing their shopping, they inevitably passed by Babette’s boutiques — the shoe store with lots of new Repettos, and her clothing store. Her boutiques are irresistible. Women were not browsing, they were buying.
This is how they were dressed for the day. And look, one skirt! It’s scattered with polka dots which you can’t see, but my great friend Pseu creator of Une Femme, is teaching me how to fix my pix.