I love this. For June, maybe not, but if it was September in France (she’s at the Cabourg Film Festival) and I were wandering a coastal down in search of my next glass of wine, I would want to look exactly like this. A light breeze, a slight buzz, the promise of a fluffy bathrobe back in my hotel room, and a really interesting pair of sunglasses in my purse that I couldn’t decide if I needed or not because the sunset was bright, but not TOO bright, but still pretty golden. Sigh. Maybe Marion will wake up one day and think, “All I want is to trade bodies with a blogger who grapples with which mediocre, equidistant grocery store she’ll go to today,” and we can Freaky Friday each other.

[Photo: Backgrid]