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BRIGHTON BABES ON THE RIVIERA
When you last heard from our heroines (that’s Patti, Jessie, Karyn
and me…’cause aren’t we all our own favorite protagonists?) we were
jetting off to Paris, The City of Lights. But check out what’s
happening now …we’ve had our adventures wining, dining and
sightseeing in Paris and we’re checking into a hotel in Cannes, on
the French Riviera!
Would you believe one of our husbands thought the French Riviera was
a foreign Buick we were driving? I feel mega-guilt for making fun,
though – our guys are so wonderful, sending us on this trip of a
lifetime, that we’re always stopping to kiss the pictures of them
that we keep stashed in our
Brighton Travel Totes (I’m carrying
Beyonce – it’s tres jolie!)
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Like most of the Riviera, Cannes is where
rich people go for a fashionable holiday, with their toys, baubles
and arm-candy. There are sweeping views of the Cote d’Azur;
well-heeled vacationers swishing by …speaking of which, we look so
well-heeled from our Brighton shoes (Raina,
Tatum, etc.) up to our
Brighton jewelry – including
French Kiss – that people stare as if
we’re Cannes Film Festival stars. Nobody even notices those lush
bodies tanning topless at the beach!
We’re snapping lots of photos, but not of nude sun-worshippers. Our
postcard-perfect shots will be of ourselves enjoying this exotic
locale, carrying our favorite Brighton pieces. We’ll send the best to
the
Brighton Around The World Contest. (Jessie was one of last year’s
weekly winners, and she got $200 of Brighton, so we’re all competing
this time!) Grab your camera, too – and let’s see which
Brighton-loving girlfriend will be the next Annie Liebovitz! |
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“I never travel without
my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the
train.”
Oscar Wilde |
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