When in Paris, I hoped I’d soak up some of that effortless Parisian cool but in reality it took seconds to become a typical out-of-towner, squealing every time I saw something vaguely French-looking (i.e. everything) and buying Tour Eiffel keyrings from tat stalls.
One tourist cliché I couldn’t attempt to avoid, seeing as it’s an almost-daily uniform, was to wander the cobbles in a Petit Bateau Breton top—but apparently the French really do wear la marinière too. (Another pleasant surprise? They actually say “ooh la la!”. Be still my heart.)
Paris was experiencing a heatwave so a thick jersey top wasn’t actually a great choice; even the silk shirts I’d packed for warmer days weren’t really light enough. Still I can’t complain as my previous Paris trips have involved rain and temperatures of -4°C.
Besides the beautiful weather, other highlights from this trip include: spotting Lanvin‘s Alber Elbaz out for a stroll, unexpectedly discovering the stunning Jardin du Luxembourg, exploring the Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise (seemingly the only free and quiet thing to do in Paris), visiting the café from Amélie (even if the food was dire), and drinking not-so-cheap-cheap champagne on a bridge at sunset while waiting for the Eiffel Tower’s light show to begin. Paris, je t’aime.