Molly Bloom knows style

Retail therapy works. I know it’s not right, and you can’t buy happiness blah blah, but when you’re traveling and you’re maybe a little lost or feeling like you haven’t gotten into the spirit of the place, there’s nothing like a $50 purse to lift the spirit. Or a little orange wallet. Or a cheap scarf with a Provençal print. I’ll share photos once everything dries out.

There’s a cute pink-walled supermarché a few blocks from my apartment. I bought a baguette, cheeses and a bottle of wine there for lunch. One of the cheeses smells like a dirty sock in a wet barn. The other cheese was made by angels, from the milk of cows who eat exclusively four-leaf clovers, underneath a rainbow.

You know what brightened my gray day? This ad for a store’s new spring dresses. Mais oui, little piggie!