It's a bag born from my pure imagination.
I imagined this small old cafe in a country town of Europe.
I guess it's in France.
It serves a great coffee, but the shop interior is weathered with age.
On such weathered table, is this little vase.
In it is always one freshly picked flower.
It's no special flower. You can tell it's been picked from the ground nearby.
But, it somehow makes you smile a little.
2 pockets, one mobile phone pocket, pen holder, and a zipper pocket inside.
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