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Women detest snake but adore its skin on their bags (蛇嫌いなのに蛇皮バ ックは好きな女性)

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Nothing pleases Parisians more than being told ‘you are branché’ meaning ‘trendy.’   This summer Paris is following two trends according to one article: one is Python and the other is 70’s hippie look.  Python, translated as snake print.  Hmm…It’s odd that a woman should even want to bring anything snake near her skin when the sight of one, while alive and slithering, gives her creep.  But I too used to hate snakes until I brought myself to face one at a zoo in Queensland, Australia.  The snake, to my surprise, was not slimy as I had imagined.  It was dry and smooth and some of them had round beady eyes, possibly cute and definitely more innocent than some human women.  But back to my challenge to be slightly trendy in Paris without using heaps of money.  Python print seems a way advanced print for me to handle, this fashion philistine who has ignored prints of any kind all her life.  Then Eureka!  Why not use just a tiny portion on my shoe wears?  It does not have to be a real snake-s

Alexandre de Paris meets a temple of Japan (アレキサンドル・ド・パリ)が 長谷寺と出会う)

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There are numbers of temples in Kamakura, the ancient capital of Samurai Warriors, but Hase Temple is the one most revered for its authentic class, not going down the road of commercialization like some others.   It probably is the reasons why it rates high on Tripadvisor site.  The designers of Alexandre de Paris may never have imagined that their signature ‘Papillons would look so ethereal beautiful against the background of a traditional temple in Japan on the other side of the globe   In my last post I mentioned of this yellow-green summer jacket designed by Rene Derhy.  On this day I wore it over a simple white cotton dress bought many years ago in Naples, Italy, so long ago that I had forgotten that I even had it.  Wait.  That is not exactly true because it never took me long to forget about clothes. The bag chosen for the day was a lavender Longchamps.  The white sandals were designed by Arché de Paris.  All these were bought by my mother some years ago which I duly forgot strai