As a French housewife (yes I know I'm not really) I remember the joy of the rare sighting of the Chanel Camper Van. Yes, in the days before waiting lists galore for nail varnish or lipstick. Before the advent of mass media and the new fangled penchant for blogging. Now where ever I look there is an advert, a celebrity with yet another Chanel bag. There is no longer the mystique, the moment where you are briefly and fleetingly reminded of your Chanel parfum you smile. A quick dab of it on your wrists and oh la la.