Here I am, blowin’ in the wind in my several-years-old Versace dress, at the beautiful chateau where Scott and Isabelle hosted us. Later, that dog woke up and ate the cocktail napkin right out of my hand. (I quickly decided that if a dog of that size wanted to eat my cocktail napkin, I wasn’t going to argue with him.)
I’m wearing my own Cleopatra Earrings.
We didn’t expect to know anyone besides the bride and groom, so imagine our surprise when the first person we encountered was our friend Zang Toi, the designer of the bride’s gown.
Here’s the happy couple.
Here’s the other happy couple!
In addition to bumping into an old friend, we made some new ones. Here are the stylish Lyn and Rob from Australia.
The next afternoon we wandered around St. Tropez (the morning was spent getting over my hangover). I was eager to shop for my beloved K. Jacques wedges in their native land — the brand was started in St. Tropez in the ’30s. My goal was just to replace my trashed black wedges. I wear out a pair of those each summer. But they didn’t have them in black, so I’ll have to search for them elsewhere.
Denim skirt: Levis
Trashed wedges: K. Jacques
Fringed bag: Prada
Bleary eyes: Too much red wine