louis and the baby lambs...

A while ago we saw a rather large building (of sorts) being erected in the main square of town (Sukhbaatar Square). We thought it was strange but then they started putting the letters on it...LOUIS VUITTON. Then we knew it was strange.

This, I am certain, is a very elaborately touched up picture. But telling nonetheless.

Every time I see the Louis Vuitton store here, I am amazed and so confused. I'm pretty sure that no one here really has the money to be spending on Louis paraphernalia.

Recently, Erin was doing some research about LV and stumbled upon this site that talks about the fashion show (complete with red carpet) that was held in the building pictured above.

Check it out.

I personally enjoy the baby lambs, they bring just the right touch of Mongolia.

Despite this ridiculous quirk, I am really beginning to like it here. Today marked 7 weeks of living in Mongolia.

That, I can hardly believe.

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