It is
la crème de la crème
It is PARIS
Photo by my awesome friend Norma at http://mybeautifulparis.com/
It’s sultry. It’s dreamy. It’s gorgeous on every level. Almost unattainable. Like the high school hottie. Right within grasp.
The great news about dating the hot guy in high school is that you didn’t have to speak French to him.
Wait a second…was that the hot guy secret ??!….I just needed to learn French in high school ??!!
Thank you Coffee Break French.
{P.S. The number one language learning podcast in Europe }
I would have never survived French life without you.
Where were you in high school, when I could have landed the hot guy with my french words of love ?
I must admit, on my recent trip to Paris, I had the urge to do a blog post every 4 seconds.
Maybe every 4 milliseconds.
After living in Paris for two years, it was super cool to return as a visitor.
And actually stay in a hotel.
& NOT have to make my bed.
As a resident of Paris, you have a whole different list of daily ‘to do’s’
…like ….
Opening a French bank account.
I might add, that opening such an account is equivalent to having your wisdom teeth pulled.
Maybe worse.
This time
as a visitor
I had more important things to do.
Like sleep in my hotel bed, that I never had to tidy up.
I enjoyed the moments, the wine, the food, the treats,
So I could dream about them again at later date.
Angelina's Cafe (famous for hot chocolate and treats)
Like when I am doing something glamourous…say, for example… laundry.
Or dishes.
Or cleaning the bathroom.
What I wouldn’t give to have a VALET and MAID ring-a-ling thingy bell in my bathroom.
Yes, these little handy bell ringing things were hanging in the hotel shower. Not kidding. I would not kid about something as cool as that.
Actually, in hindsight, I am kinda wondering who calls the VALET from their bathtub.
I want to meet that person. I bet they are crazy interesting .
And as much fun as it was to take this photo….
I bet that same person would adore having a swan throwing up water in their bathroom too.
I liked it for a day. I admit it.
I think it was because I was able to have a bath with bubbles up to my ears,
with no one banging knocking on the bathroom door
looking for their socks.
This time, I could drink an entire cup of hot chocolate, while it was STILL hot. It was miraculous. Like the parting of the red sea. It was as if I walked on water. With hot chocolate in hand. And I didn’t spill a drop.
As a visitor, I didn’t have to think about cleaning the house, or what reno projects I had on hand.
Truth is, if I was at home, I would rather paint the entire bathroom rather than scrub it.
No jokes. I would never joke about a thing like that.
Paint is MY BEST FRIEND.
And so are candles.
I wouldn’t joke about that either. Candles are serious business. Serious wrinkle hiding business.
I am a white/cream coloured unscented candle kinda gal.
However,
I bend my stupid candle rule for ONLY ONE CANDLE.
ASTIER de VILLATTE
Paris
It really -really -really smells good.
You will want to hug it, smother it with french kisses, et al.
{ I buy the Commune de Paris Scent }
The Astier de Vilatte store is really a step back in time when you visit it.
It is beautifully organized
{ unlike my kitchen cabinets }
Now don’t go thinking I am an all out piglet…I am actually really neat….I have no idea why I am telling you that.
What-evha
This post is about PARIS.
Paris is a great city to just stand on a street corner and go wild with your camera.
Not that I would ever stand on a street corner……{ MOM }
But I kinda might….. if it meant I could admire a street post.
Attention to detail, is where it’s at.
After standing there, and looking like a goof taking photos of street posts, I usually lolly- gag my way up the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
Dreaming about tripping tourists.
Aren’t I mean?
Seriously, there is a huge collection of TOURISTS on that street.
Wear your elbow pads. Throw in a couple of knee pads too.
* You might run into someone like me, and get tripped *
We don't have fancy gals like that on buses in Toronto. Just sayin'. LOL.
This is not where the true french living is…..but if given the chance, I say GO FOR IT anyway.
Swanky shops are everywhere.
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If you..for example… won a million dollars and you needed some hints on where to spend all your loot… you may want to stroll this magnificent retail therapy street.
Paris, is hands down, one of the ‘BEST~EST’ CITIES IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FOR RETAIL THERAPY.
It has incredible, retail…everything….especially…
CASHMERE
Upper East Cashmere, PARIS
Cashmere is always a great bet. If I could personally marry Cashmere, I would. In Paris, you can covet the cashmere as if it were your first born child. Only better. One that doesn’t poop. It is forever soft. It never talks back. Definitely a good investment.
Cough * Cough * Dear Michael, do not look in my luggage. And nooooo, I did not hide one of the kids in the luggage.
These next few pics are from the
Parisian Perfumerie
right next door to the swanky
Hôtel Costes
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Now, you can find this little stunner of a perfumerie if you can find HOTEL COSTES.
Rue Saint Honoré florist shop
HOTEL COSTES will take a whole new blog post to share all the goodies about its den of opulence.
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Cafés & Bars à Paris
Ohh, and oooh la la, don’t even get me started on those…..
After enjoying a great cup of café crème,
PARIS is a city to walk walk walk in.
That french crème, vin, fromage and chocolate must go somewhere.
Either hit the pavement walking, or the chocolate hits the hips.
Take your pick.
I choose pavement.
I choose a clean closet too, but somethings gotta give.
Walk that city, it is worth every moment even though your feet will eventually HATE you.
Take a seat, read a book, chill….I can’t think of a better city for it.
My feet decided not to talk to me anymore. I didn’t care. I took one for the team.
However, I was soooo…..
Wishing I could have learned how to teeter on my toes,
and do a balancing act ….
Not sure I would do it naked,
but hey,
anything once in
PARIS
Gorgeous Paris.
Sweet Gorgeous Paris.
And everything in it.
Are you in PINTEREST yet ??
Well get on over , and have a hoot !
If you need an invite, add your email info in the comments below, and I will send you an invite. Here is a link to my PINTEREST if you would like to have a peek. I would love love love it, if you could repin my photos too. I will send you a french kiss for it. The French cheek-cheek kiss, not the OTHER french kiss. That would just be gross.
Bisous !!
Lynne
