Petit dejeuner in St. Germain des Pres, Paris Fashion Week 2011. Cafe au lait + warm goat cheese on a slice of Poilane. 3 days of without-a-cloud-in-the-sky sun and some of the best people watching in Europe. Tents going up down the Champs Elysees & along the perimeter of the Tuileries Garden, leaving little doubt which Marie-Claire hearts which Karl on the sidewalks in front of the Grand Palais.
Although I've found Paris at its most enlightening, fabulous best in {what are to me} the wee morning hours {half-eight-ish}, some bits seem to require a crowd for fullest enjoyment {including the ever-present Laduree macaron line}.
C'est bon.
Extraordinary, glorious Paris.....unlike any city in the world. Next time put me in your pocket.
ReplyDeleteOh my...what a time you must be having. I wish I were in London with the ability to Euro-hop! ...put me in your other pocket...k
ReplyDeletei will ride your coat tails... xo
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