The holidays

The best moment of the year can, some times, change into nightmare but not for everyone !

Paris in August, only, Mr BCBG who got the excuse easy, could escape from the family house, and have quiet evenings; naked feet, out of jean, while drinking Whisky on the rocks, a cigar Monte Cristo to the mouth, reading again Tintin.

Mr BCBG remains to reflect, prepare the year and make contacts. And what a contact ! An old folks lost for years, coldly divorced which will bring him, to comfort themselves, at the "Grand Vefour" where they will meet more rich american young people than ever. An invitation to a concert at the "Orangerie de Sceaux", a dinner at the restaurant, a last glass and more if affinities. We never know...