I’m walking down by the water in Monte Carlo… the big blue sea sparkling its harmonious melody.
The afternoon summer breeze lifting my hair, penetrating my soul with the glow of pink and orange sunset hues.
A sailor tips his hat nodding his head – paying homage to my viral femininity – . His eyes sway to the click of my heels for what seems like an eternity.
I’m wearing Chanel No. 707 on my fingertips, and 507 on my lips.