The free body, the light mind, those who had participated in the sports session were talking. Mathilde, serene and appeased, got up in her turn to return to the ladies' dressing room. There she found her inseparable Charlotte Beaude pouch. Able to hold everything she needed and much more, it was definitely her essential for the end of the day.
Her refined dipped lambskin pochon had already garnered significant attention... Truth be told, its design and delicate touch had the potential to send a few heads spinning.
And what a delight for Mathilde to spot that her friends had also acquired one of these graceful Charlotte Beaude pochon bags.
Some were carrying their pochon on the back, some casually left it hanging from their shoulders. Some were filled to the brim, others proudly displayed as a captivating accessory.
These subtle quirks spoke volumes of each lady’s personality, and yet they could all agree on one thing: the chic leather cord made it effortless to open and close on a whim, which explained why the 17. was so easy to carry around.
One wore the chocolate pochon as a gourmand asset, the other preferred the radiance of amber, while another never parted from her intense midnight blue accessory. Lest forgetting the green pochon, which had the power to steal a few hearts, and the nude version, punctuating its owner’s femininity and grace.
Mathilde soon withdrew from the winsome gathering. She leisurely rode her bike to the florist’s stall, and exchanged a knowing wink with him as he handed her a pretty scarlet rose, which she carefully stored away her treasure in her Charlotte Beaude pochon.
With her pochon on the back, she followed the wind back home, hopeful and free.