
There is something endlessly delightful about Celine's willingness to play to the crowd. I wonder if the other fancypants folks at this very posh and lovely hotel are annoyed by the shenanigans, all, "it's terribly irksome that I cannot even run out to Hermes for five minutes without Celine Dion nearly whacking me in the shoulder with her giant lizard coat."

This is VERY COORDINATED. Like she might be going incognito into a reptile den for the afternoon.

I appreciate Celine's willingness to make sure we've seen her ENTIRE outfit.
