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OK, here I am on the 2nd floor of the Hotel de Place des Vosges in Paris, with the 6 foot french windows wide open above the 400+ year old Rue Birague relaxing after a lunch of celeri remoulade, and feuillete au fromage. As I have been all week, I am (still) wearing Jicky parfum. In the street below, Le 9 Birague Cafe is filled with customers enjoying their evening wine or cocktail and cigarette as well as the mild spring air. The famed flat twilight of spring in Paris, enhances the city's devastating and at the same time transcendent beauty. To me, Jicky is the smell of this Paris... a unique refinement, elegance, and creativity, supported by sheer humanity. I am fnding myself only wanting to wear it this week while I am here honeymooning.
16 March, 2012 (Last Edited: 18 March, 2012)