All my Maharajas



My Maharajas have come to France to conquer not only me but some other fashionistas at Bordeaux. The beautiful town at the Gironde can certainly profit from a dose of bright Indian colour. The settlement of wine merchants is a symphony of mellow beige from the sandstone they built their houses with and subdued blue-grey from river and sky.

    My Maharajas were created in Spain
    by Paloma S. and her brand nice things.





The most chic boutiques are to be found in the old streets around the cathedral St. André. Bordeaux had always a quite international outlook as the Bordeaux wine was and is exported all over the world. Speaking of colours, a shopping tour in Bordeaux is never complete without a lunch or dinner in one of the many pittoresque little restaurants enjoying a bottle of dark red or a white Bordeaux or the street art like Antony Gormley’s Jedermann populating the historic streets and squares. 




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