Now, I don't usually get excited about celebrity spots, partly because I never see anyone until it's too late. Case in point: when entering a club in Madrid a few years ago some chavvy looking doorman in a tux opened the door for me after a skinny woman in a bright dress left as we were arriving. That chavvy looking doorman was David Beckham and the skinny looking bird? His not so well-known wife. I was only alerted to the fact after the event when my friend kicked me on the arse and asked if I had noticed who that was. At least I had given him a polite but cursory thank you...
So Jane, glorious, accented, wonderful Jane B. She was my last and only true celeb sighting in all my years living in Paris, and was out walking the most handsome bulldog on rue de Seine. I don't normally get excited about dogs either, but perhaps it was the exceptionally dry after dinner musings that had whetted my appetite for the moister things in life, if dogs and Jane Birkin can be described as such...
Anyway, today in the Venice farmer's market we came full circle and I spotted my first celebrity since the move: Lauren Hutton. I'm sure you'll agree that such a smooth segway from Jane Birkin to Lauren Hutton has to be some sort of good omen? Mais oui.
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