The South of France really is like a home away from home for Billionaire Barbie whose various professions and shopping trips often take her the Cannes and the surrounding Riviera beach towns. It’s not often we see Paris with this many clothes on in fact, but when she’s off the clock I suppose some deference must be made for modesty, though not so much as to not flash her pumped up cleavage to the good people of France who revere her as a very silly god.
As always I must say this for Paris, she’s always put together and she always seems somewhere fun. Not every heiress can say that, though I guess many can. Still, I can divorce my jealous from my wanton desire to stare at her supported yams as she moves from party to party in Cannes. And there are a lot of parties. Go Barbie, Go. Enjoy.