I was corrupted a couple of years ago, when, to my mother's great delight, she discovered that there was a Ventilo factory outlet not too far from where we live, and took me along. It didn't take me long before I was hooked, and now the damage is irreversible. Their Avignon boutique is just so delicious, a quirky mix of ideas and styles, mixing the baroque extravaganza of a full-length mirror with the carefreeness of seashells. You encounter a floral armchair, a coloured spun-glass chandelier, suspended mannequins... I also spied some gorgeous embroidered tennis shoes a la Bensimon, which gave me a bee in my bonnet about boutis tennis shoes. Wouldn't that be a adorable?
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