And so, today’s afternoon was spent purusing the Rue’s for a coat, possibly long and elegant, possibly anything remotely warm. It was nearly a fruitless search as it is March, but in the end: success was savored.
After a lot of strong coaxing from a weary husband to a pouty wife (it’s hard to spend $$$ on a coat I may never wear again. Paris Value Village, anyone?), I walked away a warm woman.