The drive from Paris to Normandy takes about two and a half hours. It gets interesting as soon as you leave the highway and the spine-tingling sights of the French countryside (La Campagne, they call it) swallow you whole and heady. Endless patches of green and yellow spread out on either side of the narrow road, displaying pastures with cows and horses, half-timbered country houses and picturesque villages. We picked Etretat as our final destination because it has the best views. The three natural arches, the needlepoint rock, the cliffs and the long distance hiking path that runs through the village make it the perfect tourist and vacation spot, or like one of my readers questioned earlier: definitely worth visiting in lieu of emptying your husband’s wallet at Le Bon Marché in Paris….
I went out on a limb here with my Crocs. I know most of you loathe them, but I never quite understood why. They’re colorful, comfortable, waterproof… Agreed, they are not the prettiest, nor the most flattering, and granola at best, but I could say the same of culottes, and Birkenstocks and the latest Dries Van Noten sack dresses. I don’t think I pulled it off quite as well as Kasia Struss did in Alasdair McLellan’s shoot for Self Service (in my top 10!), but maybe it’s a hint at better things to come… So while I am not telling you to go out and buy Crocs, I am simply asking, why not?
White vintage dresses, Japanese fighter jacket (and loads of other amazing vintage!) for sale at Verlaine in Antwerpen on 1stdibs.com or verlaine.com; Footwear by Crocs; Boyfriend jeans by Paper Denim Cloth; Vintage 90s crochet top; Vintage handbag (belonged to my grandmother); Wool knit hat by 711 at More is Love.
Photos by Ugo Richard.