Docteur House...the french counterpart

Who knew that his addiction to Vicodin would have him running for the hills and driving a repair and maintenance van on the Riviera?!
God help the punters who require his services...the call out charge alone will be astronomical...what with him having to take so long to find the diagnosis let alone the bloody problem.
Everyone will start popping Vicodin by the time he's finished.
Hopefully a game of "boules" and some Pastis will have him forget what ails him....

The "It" Mandals ! Yes...man sandals.

This prime example of Man sandals extraordinaire was spotted at the checkout queue at the supermarket today.
I thought I had seen everything that fashion could throw at us in mens footwear, as limited as it may seem...obviously there was room for improvement. Imagine them in black satin for Black tie events held....on a yacht? A beach ? The mind boggles at the endless possibilities...
 Words alone cannot express my thoughts ...the photo says it all..." Rubber Fuglies."

Lunch in Alassio,Italy

The benefits of living on the Riviera is that you can drive to Italy...and be in Alassio in an hour and a half ... just in time to walk along the sea front towards the  cobbled pedestrian streets to window shop before lunch. One thing to note: shops close for lunch around 12.30/1.00pm and do not reopen before 3.30pm ...so try and get there in time and not as they close their doors. If not get there for a longgggg lunch...I recommend " Sail Inn",via Vittorio Veneto and in the heart of where it is at. Food delicious, a true culinary delight for the eyes and the stomachs but menus in Italian only. So if you understand a word here and there or are up for an adventure:wing it, you won't be disappointed. Then you can have your espresso just in time for the re opening of the boutiques and the Saturday passagiata crowds.






*My BF admiring customized Piagio motor cycles*

 

*STICK HOUSE: VIA VENETO 47*



A divine selection of sorbets and ice creams on a stick, a must after lunch dessert or simply an afternoon treat. A MUST!

* Seagull chillaxing....*

Perfect Saturday.

Hair today,Gone tomorrow: a story of lost hair and lost friendship

Once upon a time a friend told me that it was perfectly normal to lose a certain amount of hair every day,be it through brushing or washing ...and that 60 hairs a day were considered the norm. When I begged to differ ,she simply responded:..."why don't you count them?"
Are you insane? Do you think I have that kind of time or forensic dexterity to accomplish such an arduous task?..furthermore, have you seen how much thick hair I have and shed on a daily basis?
Let me show you the small pile of hair that comes away from simply having washed it and this is not including the ones that come away once my hair has been combed,dried and styled...Squeamish Look Away Now:

Where is Grissom or a good pair of tweezers when you need them?

Since then ,more hair has been lost as well as this friendship:
" Hair today, Gone tomorrow." 

Dapper Dandy as seen in COTELAC

*spring / summer 2011 look for men at Cotelac,Cannes*

Where for art thou Donato?
The ex manager and the best sales man on the planet is now on the road for COTELAC  and he is deeply missed...the boutique is a much quieter place without him .

Funny thing I heard on a Monday morning....

This is a story I heard on the radio and absolutlely loved.
Dating is hard,Lord knows we all have our own dating disaster stories but this one is a doozy:

Girl in question was on her first date with Boy of the hour. He picks her up and takes her to a restaurant for dinner. Girl is happy,restaurant is buzzing and the conversation and wine are a flowing. Girl looks to the bar and finds a Woman looking at her. Unsure as to whether she knows her she turns to look at her again:Woman still looking at her,so Girl smiles at Woman and turns back to her companion to enjoy her evening. Every once in while Girl would turn to look and find that the Woman has slowly crept forward...as diners would leave the Woman would take their empty seats and inch closer. Girl finds it strange but doesn't let it ruin her evening.
Plates cleared, meal enjoyed the Boy gets up to go the toilet, Girl distracted turns and finds Woman sitting right behind her. Startled, she can only stare...and this is when the Woman says to her:
"Just making sure my son is going out with the right tart."
OUCH!
Girl gets up ,walks out.... without once looking back on  mummy's "bestest boy"and  his rabbit boiling mater.

*SUNNY SUNDAY SMILE FROM CITROEN*