It's Me, Sara Louise

This is a snippet of a conversation that I had with The Husband Friday night in anticipation of our Saturday morning trip to Aix for L E S  S O L D E S (to be yelled Oprah style) …

Me:  “are you sure the stores open at 9?“

The Husband: “yes”

W R O N G

It would have been great if they did because there was like practically no one walking around Aix when we arrived at 9am. But by a few minutes before 10am, there was like, twenty women outside Zara. Not a problem though, because as I approached Zara after having the worst café au lait ever (do not order a café au lait from La Croissanterie, seriously, don’t, it’s horrible) I walked right up and right in just as the doors opened. Perfect timing.

And in 23 minutes (I know it was 23 minutes because The Husband timed me) I walked out with this sweater…

And after a trip to American Apparel (bikini), Zara Home (sheets, bathmat, picture frame for the most adorable photo of The Husband and French Mommy when he was 18 months… seriously, he was the cutest kid), and H&M (two t-shirts for The Husband), we hightailed it back to Le Petit Village. Honey Jr was having a BBQ and we were bringing the ice cream (you’d think that all we do in Le Petit Village is sit around in the sun bbq-ing wouldn’t you… well it’s true… that’s pretty much what we do. Except in winter. Winter here sucks).