Word has filtered down through the Scanner Underground that some of my fav-o-rite readers are threatening to mutiny unless I get some girly stuff up ASAP. I told them I’ve already spent hours searching the interweb for that image of Farrah Fawcett in ski pants that the Dawg requested but I was assured in no uncertain terms that’s not the kind of girly they’re looking for.
So being the outerwear industry vet that I am I figured I’d do a little window shopping. And if a person’s eyes are a window into their soul then I’m thinking Chamonix’s windows look like a trip to the optometrist is in order. Or would that be an opthamologist? A visit to both wouldn’t hurt, really.
Nonetheless, there are indeed a few doe-eyed beauties lining the streets of our fair village so in an effort to promote the fine art of window dressing here are the results from an early evening perambulation down Chamonix’s high street.