There once was a popular fragrance sold at the Ben Franklin five-and-dime store in Liberty, Missouri, that was called Evening in Paris. Its cobalt blue bottle came with a silver fluted top and a silver label covered its base. Its scent overpowered the olfactory senses much like another cologne of that era, Jungle Gardenia by Tuvache, which Bob Barker popularized on his TV game show, Truth or Consequences.
My friend Lwencia would be appalled by both. She spent three months searching for the perfect fragrance for fall and winter. She is so, well, Parisian.
She pointed out that wearing tights with shorts was stylish last year. Ditto for leather backpacks. That meant that Mikayla and I looked passé before we set foot outside the door of Lwencia’s apartment.
Our other efforts to appear more European than American failed also. The long scarves, black boots and somber colors fooled no one. Everyone spoke to us in English despite our respectable French.
We Americans, however, know a sow’s ear when we see one. We visited Colette, the trendiest store in all of Paris, where we discovered a plastic rain hat, similar to the one my mother wore eons ago, priced at 245 euros. That’s $320, y’all.
While Mikayla and I shared a girls weekend with our friend in Paris, Mike house sat in Ferrals-les-Corbières, France.