French style

Tomorrow it is the first day of December, which means I have been traveling for 95 days, and have 150 still to go. Time really does fly when you are having fun ๐Ÿ™‚ I am so enjoying the freedom of wandering through the northern hemisphere, but equally if I had to return home tomorrow it would be ok. Which is a nice place to be; happy in myself and happy wherever I am. If only I could airlift my dog to join me! I plan to spend most of December in France, before heading to Switzerland for Christmas in the snow. After that my plans are still up in the air ๐Ÿ™‚ Being in France, I felt the need to tart myself up a bit. The French are SO stylish; even the most wrinkled, hunched over older women have perfect lipstick, hair and accessories. The men and super stylish and tres chic, and the children wear perfectly matched outfits, with their scarves tied just so, and hats at a jaunty angle. So today I purchased lipstick (!!!) and delicate earrings (!!!), which will make my lovely friend Walter in NZ very happy. When he styles my hair at home, I always say don’t make it too pretty because I have things to do, and he just rolls his eyes at me and does what he wants (and it always looks amazing, because he is a guru). I wish he could be airlifted here too, he would be in heaven ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚