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Girls. Girls. Girls. Hot news from France on the fashion front. Well at least the provincial fashion front. Gold and glitter are in – for SHOES. And when I say gold I mean 24 carat all over shiny brogues (well that's the look even if not the carats). And glitter on everything. If it's not on your shoes it must be on your shoelaces.

Dorothy, prepare yourself. Not only will you be able to buy 6-inch red stillettos to take you no place like home but you will be able to buy them covered in glitter, heels and shoes alike. Even the bling version of sports shoes are hot hot hot. And if you can't quite go full bling extremely shiny patent black is an option. 

And people are wearing them as I witnessed at Lyon Part Dieu while waiting for Richard to ride down in the elevator (YES! a station with an elevator at last) after he had been elbowed out of the lift by a completely fit-looking French woman with child 6 years plus who had no luggage at all but thought they were much more important than the seniors with heavy luggage and the mothers with strollers. A woman with a toddler was sitting on a bench in broad daylight with a platform stillettos in glittery white that she could not possibly have walked there in and would have done her proud as a member of the Kinky Boots cast. 

Now an admission. I was very tempted to buy a pair of shiny gold brogues for all of a minute. 
And then there is very faux fur in colours no self-respecting peacock would entertain by which I mean lurid pinks and maroons in combination. I will post a picture when I finally work out how to blue tooth the pics from the camera to the notepad. It really seems to me that the French have gone overboard in going to the dark side 

Fortunately, a few shops are also displaying some fashion that a conservative senior might find very tempting if she had any space in her luggage. 

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