Angelina

After an elegant breakfast in one of the best tea salons in Paris, we head out along the Rue Rivoli. Two men in excellently-cut suits stand on the broad pavement. Both move back to let my friend and I pass. One of them looks me up and down, slowly, appreciatively, catching my eye as his gaze meets my face. I look away, a little embarrassed by such unapologetic appreciation but as I pass him, I glance up again and see that he is still looking at me.

'Magnifique.' he says. I smile coyly and look away.