No trip to France would be complete without a beauty cache.
I know from previous trips that you can’t go wrong in a French Farmacie. Rows and rows of unpronounceable names, French bottles filled with potions and lotions to beautify.
All week I poured over the counter, which brand, which product? I procrastinated so much that Mr B lost his temper, “Why don’t you just buy it cheaper at the Eurotunnel Terminal?”.
Ah! this would be cheaper and a bigger selection including fragrances and makeup to make my choice. Done.
As a Eurotunnel virgin, I didn’t know that the Calais Terminal holds a very small amount of Beauty brands. Indeed the Duty-free shop only seemed to stock perfume. Not such a good plan after all. Hot and with one nerve left I went into beauty bloodhound mode, sniffing out one solitary makeup counter, Clarins. Oh Clarins – Mon Amie!
I scooped up lipsticks in complimentary pinks, Mascara and to extend the lifespan of my tan a lovely bronzing compact.
Five minute holiday shopping done, with time left to spend my last Euro’s on a Croque Monsieur and a Cafe Au’ Lait. Sometimes it’s better to stick to what you know a country does best.
Apologies for the Franglais and spellings!
Love DSB x