We are home, safe and sound…and we had the most AMAZING week!! We saw the sights, visited my favorite museums and shared my favorite paintings and sculptures with my baby girl (and yes, I cried over the beautiful art…as usual), we took the métro everywhere, shopped, ate, drank, walked miles and miles…it was perfect! Everything a ‘Fancy Girl Trip’ should be! Yaa!!! I cannot tell you how much we enjoyed the time together, and how much fun we had – it was precisely what my hard-working soul needed to recharge and ready myself for the end of the school year stuff. C’est magnifique!
We did a lot of the things you’d expect to do in Paris: Notre Dame, Sacré-Coeur, the Musée d’Orsay (the best museum ever, in my opinion…the Impressionist collection there just blows my damn mind), the Louvre, the Musée de l’Orangerie (we sat in the two rooms with Monet’s ‘Les Nymphéas’ – Waterlilies – for a long time, letting the majesty and beauty of his work just rain down on us…so incredible to share that beautiful experience with my little Muppet), place de la Concorde, walking beside le Palais Royal, les Jardins des Tuileries, strolling (and shopping!) down l’avenue des Champs Élysées, visiting the top of the Eiffel Tower, sampling macarons at Ladurée, a moonlit cruise on the River Seine, lots of time in the Latin Quarter (where I truly believe, with all my heart, that I lived once upon a time and I will live again ), café after café…but we did other girlie things, too: shopping at famed department store Galeries Lafayette, visiting the flagship Chanel store on the Rue Cambon (I died. Magic!), shopping on Rue St Honoré, visiting the magnificent Shakespeare and Company bookstore and a bunch of other haunts popularized by Ernest Hemingway…the list goes on and on. My words fall short when it comes to describing the magic of this week – I should really let the pictures do the talking:
I took about a million other pictures that I will share with you from time to time, since Paris is simply too beautiful not to photograph and pass on. The French people continue to dazzle me, as they always have – there’s no better place for people watching than Paris! I had forgotten how very beautiful the Parisians are – the men, tall and devastatingly handsome with smoldering eyes and bone structure that would nearly make you weep (and the way they dress…I marvel. I’m fairly certain that men in most other places would look ridiculous in the scarves and other fancy finery that French men wear effortlessly…it’s amazing!), while the women are so beautiful and stylish that it rather boggles the mind. How come they can leave their hair undone and loose and it looks artfully disheveled, like they’ve been in bed shagging…but when I try that, my hair resembles a bee’s nest that could (and should) be used to mop floors??! I don’t get it! They can wear very little makeup yet still look as sexy and alluring as humanly possible…while I look like I have a bad case of consumption! It’s almost startling to see how very gorgeous they are, the tremendous beauty that’s found in the simplest of details. ..and I absolutely love their pace of life: lots of time in the day to sit in cafés and savor the exquisite coffee, wine, croissants that were loudly hollering my name everywhere I went; time to sit down somewhere and just read; time to catch up with friends…time. I love it all…and I must figure out how to bring some of that belle vie to my life. I’m fairly certain my sanity depends on it!
Yesterday, we ran into someone we know here in San Antonio – the Wee One was telling her that we’d just returned from Paris. She stared at me, shocked that just the two of us went, and asked, “But weren’t you scared?” I answered with a resounding hell no, and inside shook my head at the close-mindedness that exists around us. Why should we ever fear the world? It’s a large, beautiful place full of miracles and opportunity…which we will never find if we stay at home being scared to explore. Let’s go see what we can find!!!