Rivière des Fleurs Marceline Cannes Shawl
Sunflowers, roses, lavender. The fields of Provence are awash with colorful blooms in the springtime, turning the landscape into a veritable fairytale. Capture the beauty for yourself with the Provence Shawl. Vivid hues of purple, poppy and azul adorn the lush green backdrop, while the whimsical floral and butterfly pattern is fun yet sophisticated enough for dinner with friends at Atelier Crenn. The Provence Shawl lets you bring a little bit of France to your Northern California wardrobe.
- * 74" long x 27" wide
- plus 2" self fringe at each end border
* One-of-a-kind Shawl
* Original Kashmir Embroidery Design
* Hand made in Kashmir
* Authentic Kashmir Design
* Kashmir Company Product
* Product of Kashmir
- * 100% Kashmir Wool Shawl
* Hand Dyed Shawl
* Hand Embroidered on Soft Kashmir Wool
* Original Kashmiri Aarye Embroidery
* Dry Clean only
- * Ships within 24hrs
* Ships worldwide.
* Everyday FREE Shipping within US
- Select the "FREE" option in the shopping bag
Style# B54-19027
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