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My friends and I love nothing more than to sit at outdoor cafés and people watch in Paris so it came as no surprise when Gal Pal Elizabeth suggested we head out for a stroll for some shopping and perhaps a cocktail during Happy Hour France time. We had a few hours to kill before dinner and wandered down the main shopping area enjoying the remnants of the Christmas lights and glitter hanging above our heads down the pedestrian avenue rue de France. A stumble upon the Nice Côté Lounge was proof that some of our best finds happen by accident.

[caption id="attachment_5162" align="alignleft" width="300"]Me and Martine sorting through hundreds of choices! Me and Martine sorting through hundreds of choices![/caption] When in France, you must take time to stop and smell the French perfumes! I am so glad I did at Fragonard in Eze Village. The history of perfume dates back to the Mesopotamian times. As the world travelers brought the craft of creating odorous concoctions west, the Italians brought the chemical formulas to France where chemists hired by the aristocrats spent lifetimes perfecting. Yes, the French had questionable, strange hygienic practices leaving them with strong body odor that perfume was used to attempt to cover up, but now the usage is simply superfluous. Kings Louis' XV and XVI were huge consumers of perfume, as was Napoleon. Gloves were a popular way to distribute the scents to people's hands, which lasted for days, but was reportedly discontinued when evildoers began mixing poisons into the perfume to slowly poison their enemies. It was a genius way to get rid of a dreaded rival without having to "lay a glove on them."