The Weekender #2
Airport macarons & celeb sightings: fresh in from France.
Welcome back to second instalment of The Weekender (TW), a new casual newsletter and series on here to share our thoughts & antics on the more leisurely days of the week.
I just got back from the South of France after a wildly lovely week just outside of St. Tropez (full post on that coming soon, for now hop over to our Instagram for some content - and thank you for humouring me in the short departure from all things royals, Kennedys & the usual crisp and clean feed).
I wasn’t planning on writing today but then I saw Jeremy Strong in Nice airport and when I got back to my house in the UK, my Substack was calling at me to write it down. So here we are.
Starting from the beginning: I savoured one final holiday hotel breakfast (because is there anything greater on earth?) before the frantic final moments of discovering loose, unpacked items strewn throughout the hotel room, zipping up cases and actually getting out the door in time for far too many hours at the airport.
My outfit today for said beloved breakfast was the simple ensemble below. I saw something on Instagram yesterday about travelling in the outfit you want to arrive in, not necessarily what you’d like to fly in. These are not my words but this has always been my anthem for airport attire: simple chic gets the stamp of approval, grunge is overruled and sweatpants are suspended.
Editor’s Note: White wide leg jeans are an old summer fav from Red Button. Breakfast bag was this striped one from Next linked here, but for travel I swapped it for my trusty monogrammed Land’s End tote which was the perfect choice for this week, from a swim in the Med to the mad dash to the terminal.
Nice airport, around an hour and a half drive from where we stayed, was not exactly a solstice of calm and tranquility today. A lot of delayed flights and a very full terminal of tired, frazzled people.
I widely ignored this after we reached the blessed haven of Duty Free and chased down the Pierre Hermé stand, which has the most mouth-watering array of macarons that you will ever see. My picks: rose, chocolate & lime and basil. I only tried the rose one - the others were for family members - but it was a delight. True chef’s kiss.
Following this, I wandered over to a nearby piano, when a young athletic dude was striking up some stunning, familiar melodies. It was here that I noticed a man, with a small child, wearing a glitzy Richard Mille watch. These are unmissable.
One look at the timepiece and I knew he had to be a celeb. It was indeed Jeremy Strong of Succession, The Gentlemen etc. Crazy amount of aura and seemingly very humble as he appeared genuinely touched when a woman standing near us complimented his work. A pretty cool and unsuspected moment, so thank you Nice airport.
After Strong had disappeared into the airport throng, I played a little Passacagalia on the piano and then it was time to board. I spent the flight rotating activities: reading a little of Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead (a graduation gift), listening to Elvis, gazing out at the mountains below & scribbling down a few paragraphs as the novel that I keep tucked in my back pocket was beckoning for my attention this week.
Very happy to be back home in the UK & am just about to catch up on some Wimbledon highlights. If you’ve been keeping close track of the tennis, I’d love to hear our thoughts and predictions so far.
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Until next time,
MMTD Founder & Editor