The Casanova of Bags

(inspirée d'une histoire vraie)

Once upon a time (about 2 years ago now), I was almost in the worst period of my life : about to lose a job, quite depressed and frightened by what could happen next. And that’s when I decided in the same week to take a creative writing class in english and start an instagram about bags in my favourite city, Paris ( @paparazzi_de_sacs ) . These 2 events create one funny story about “La casanova du Sac” : a woman (aka me, let’s be honest) who loves so much bags that can’t stop to fall in love with many of them in the streets of Paris.

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The Casanova of Bags

It started like that : a too early morning in Paris going to work. Not quite awake yet, already thinking about my nap in the tub. A very usual morning. And then, at the entrance of the metro station, something caught my eyes. A guy wearing a complete black outfit and his bag perfectly matching with the look.

I have to admit it, my heart stopped for a second. It was love at first sight. Everything went slow-motion, like a romcom movie, and all I could see was this bag. A black smooth leather handbag with contrasted burgundy edge painting as a delectable detail you couldn’t forget. A large pocket on the front giving this bag the practicality you’re always looking for. And more yes, the delicious curved lines on its sides, the hidden black zip for the main compartment, the handle thin enough to keep it elegant, the envelop shaped flap adding some chic.

It was not brand new, just old enough to make it attractive, the kind of bag that’s always by your side no matter what. And also, not too big, not too small. The right size, because yes, size matters after all.

Let’s say it as it is, this bag was the perfect companion, better even, the love match i was waiting for a long time.

And the only thing I could think of at the moment was that I absolutely needed at least a photo to get a perfect memory of it.

Without a second thought, here I was starting the craziest running, cellphone on hand, ready for some paparazzi actions.

And luck was not on my side that day. I ran as quickly as I could to catch up with the bag of my life, definitely wanting the happy ending I sure deserved. Almost made it and .. someone jostled me. “I am so sorry” said a woman in a stupid beige coat. I first looked into the distance seeing my bag fading away, and then looked at the lady with some bitterness. My perfect handbag was definitely lost forever.

I spent the subway ride between sadness and despair, with a broken heart at the thought of never seeing that bag again. Came out of the tub dragging my heels into my workplace and suddenly .. something caught my eyes. That woman with a beige coat… and her bag perfectly matching with the look.

(Moral of the story : love with bags might be around any corner of Paris, which is either fantastic or.. tragically dramatic for your bank account)

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This story is about “La casanova du Sac”, but it could also be about how sexy bags are on men (and I will have a post about this specific thing later). To be continued.