Oh, to be a young Parisian! Ambling along in the summer heat with a bunch of beautiful sunflowers. Wearing an achingly pretty dress of powder blue cotton. Being generally, you know, gorgeous.
Then some gormless idiot wearing a B5600 dress crashes into the picture, muttering things like ‘faire des vestements’ and ‘J’ai une blog’ and ‘photo avec toi-I-mean-vous’.
Roxanne took it all in her stride and with immaculate good grace. When you’re this fragrant, you can rise above a damn fool Brit abroad and her demands for Me Made June photos.
Je ne sais quoi? Roxanne had it in bucketloads. Myself? Je ne sais rien.