A R T I S A N A T F R A N Ç A I S

These were the only things I picked up on the Ile D'Yeu trip the other day, although I'm still thinking about a few things from the Marché d'art at the port. I was blown away by the beautiful babythings handmade by Ile peeps - I mean, lovely baby bikinis in softly dyed, feather weight linen. And I covet a necklace from a French woman who lives in the UK but summers on the Ile and sells her adorable charm necklaces - which sound trite but somehow seemed new and very chic in that setting. I had to run and catch up with my fams and couldn't buy a thing at the market, but on my way off the Ile, I was able to sneak into a shoe store.

Really, does anything say lazy summer in France better than authentic Espadrilles from the Cote Basque?

Matching shoes for me and Oscar on the ferry back to mainland.

(A R T I S A N A T F R A N Ç A I S is what it says on the rubber bottom of the jute soles.)