Last Sunday I donned my little red shoes and indulged my inner French madommoiselle at the 6th annual Paris to Provence Festival at Como House.

I spent my day smelling pink peonies and drinking even pinker rose.  I ate buttery croissants, sipped lattes and bought vintage french cutlery - I'm a brilliant multi-tasker .  French singers serenaded as my red shoes walked past and bulldogs wore bow ties.  French flags flapped in the cool Spring breeze and just about everyone who was anyone wore stripes.

That's what I did on Sunday.

How about you?