February 27, 2015

Windmill blues

Babs smokes and Kit looks on in Paris, France // October 2007 

Seems like one hundred years ago we three ladies of the North were traipsing through Europe with bright eyes and bushy tails. We spent all our dollars at Zara and on french cigarettes and cheap wine which we drank straight from the bottle at all hours of the day. Thank goodness for the photographs. Lord help us. These made me laugh as it had been a while since I last took a stroll through the stacks.

Happy birthday Rebecca, you beauty.