I have a thing for cities, whether I like them or not. They have their own personality and feel like a living, breathing person that is as changeable as the weather.
Arriving at Marseille I wasn't a happy girl. So I started our first encounter with me not really being myself. However, at a couple of hours she made me feel feminine again and ready to expore her in the tartan/plaid dress I brought for the journey (one from 2008, but tartan has returned so there you go!). And my unbeatable Sam Edelman sandals.
|My avatar is in Marseille all of the time!|
|ready to loose your virginity with me??|
Yeh, my blog has been portraying Southern French men but I wish I had a picture of her to remind me of human friendliness: I think I have a slight crush with her, so I will return to Marseille to rent a car with her again.
Ok, I'm not that materialistic that women have to give me good deals to make me like them, but I had the best first impression of a Marseillean woman.
To continue red fever and consumerism:
- Cashmire (mix)
- from Galleries LaFayette (they have two in Marseille!)
That's how we met, Marseille & me.