The smell of a just-emptied mop bucket wafts into my nose as I nervously attempt to waltz nonchalantly into Toronto’s flagship Hermès boutique with a bright green Wirkin bag dangling from my wrist.
It was a few years ago, and the whine of the jet engines is still loud in my ears as we deftly landed at San Francisco International Airport, my destination mostly a mystery, but ...
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