Cliché or not, Paris is the shit and I love it. A city of contrasts; old and new, wealthy and poor, take your breath away beautiful and leave you flabbergasted rude.
I’ll take it all with a croissant in one hand and café in the other, s’il vous plait. From a rookie but hopeless admirer, here’s my take on the city of lurrrve.
For the ultimate dose of Parisian fashion – of the window shopping variety, unless you’re made of money – Rue St. Honoré is really everything.
The epitome of cool.
None other than Colette. This store makes me ache with wanting. Fancy a Jean Michel Basquiat printed candle? Bah oui, naturellement. It can be yours at Colette. Want to pay more than triple the price for RUSSH magazine? Not really but, it too can be yours. Oh Colette … you make me le sigh.
Finally I can use a ‘le’ correctly when I say Le Marais. Bordering on the 3rd and 4th arrondissements, I passed many a pleasant day strolling the streets, sipping coffee and attempting to look as effervescent as I imagine the average French woman to be. The same can be said of Montmartre, sandwiched between the 17th and 18th.
If you make yourself sick from baguette or overdose on caffeine, take a stroll along la promenade plantée. This 4.5km walk traverses le 12ieme arrondissement along an old above ground train line. Très cool.
The tourist stuff.
Yes I know, cringe. BUT it’s popular for a reason and how often are you in Paris? Do it! My frequents: la Tour Eiffel, a view from below, Sacré Coeur, La Musée d’Art Moderne, Les Champs Elysées, Le Jardin de Tuileries, Versaille if you have the time, Notre Dame, a stroll along la Seine.
Got some better ideas? I’d love to hear them. Another trip is always on the agenda.