InspirationSeptember 15, 2009

The Streets of Paris.

First off I want to thank Marni from StyleCarrot for posting while I was gone. Secondly Blogger went ahead and changed it’s post editor formatting while I was gone and I have NO IDEA how it works now and am very frustrated. So I apologize if this post looks hideous.
Secondly, I already miss Paris. I even said “Merci” to the lady at Starbucks this morning, followed by a crimson shade of embarrassment crossing my face and a little tug at my heart that I was no longer in the land of “Merci”. I cannot wait to go back.
The best thing we did was just wander the streets of almost every neighborhood by foot and become totally enamored by every detail. The street lights. The window boxes. The doors. The smells. The gorgeous people. The sound of the language. The architecture that makes America look so very young. The cafes. Everything about it made me gasp “Ohmygod, this is so gorgeous” at nearly every turn. I could have gotten lost for days on those streets and never been bored or worried. It’s just that beautiful. Despite the aches and pains after HOURS of walking in ballet flats (travel tip: suck it up and bring sneakers. BIG mistake that I did not!) I still wanted MORE MORE MORE. The amount there is too see just walking the streets is overwhelming to the point of a near meltdown. In fact I’ll admit this now, I performed the most incredible shipping choke of all time on this trip due to the overwhelming nature of Parisian shopping abundance. I bought next to nothing. I will explain on Friday. Until then, a few snaps from my walking adventures.

I nearly threw myself across the street when I saw these Goyard trunks stacked up outside the shop….

And then I saw the monogrammed dog dollars inside and melted into a puddle of “I die”.
Everyone rides bikes. Darling men in business suits and ties ride bikes with baskets to work. It is beyond charming (99% of Parisians seem to smoke as well, which was jaw dropping for us!)

Every inch of this city so beautiful. Every. Damn. Inch.

The vintage signage and even the damn security gates are drop dead.
The streets off St. Germain proved to be some of my favorites- down this side street we found some of the most amazing cafes, flower shops and boutiques…




Hello powder blue Aga oven. I *heart* you.
The signage at the cafes killed me- the chalkboards with gorgeous writing just made you want to read everything!

I could have taken about 200 photos of just doors but I resisted. And now wish I had not.

The breathtaking Champs Elysees!
Typical Parisian Sunday!
After a long day of walking ( most days we walked for 8 hours straight) a little white wine by the french doors in our room was such a relaxing, marvelous way to relax before dinner. A few nights a street orchestra played below us and it felt like I was in a movie!

I could certainly get used to this lifestyle!
Much more to come!!!! For now, au revoir!!!



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