
It was pastel pink and it was all mine. The infamous scooter belonging to the illustrious Eric of
Paris Daily Photo had been gifted to me, or so the Chinese whisper had it. And in my mind, it had already arrived. It cleared customs without taxes, thanks to a fine batch of my fudge brownies, wrapped discreetly in plain brown paper and conveyed to the appropriate person. And it was a
Pantone colour 1895C pastel pink retro Vespa, with pale mint accents. {I have no clue what the make and colour of Eric's scooter really is. It matters not.}
I'd acquired my vintage goggles and Hermès scarf, and an aged black leather cropped bomber jacket, soft as butter.
Sadly, said scooter failed to materialise due to a rather bizarre incident involving a deranged ex-model, a pair of Christian Louboutin stilettos, and a certain someone who was supposed to secure the scooter. {I strongly suspect she had one eye on the Eiffel Tower instead of the ball}. Daydream over. It was fun while it lasted, though ...
PS: News just in {a late inclusion}. The shot from the spycam arrived to reveal a little of what transpired. I see ET Suzy managed to keep a grip on her Eiffel Tower souvenir.
