i left on saturday for paris with my family in tow . . . i lived there for a year almost a quarter century ago and haven’t really been back. my son asked me why, if i loved paris so much (as i claimed), it had taken so long for me to go back. after reflection, i answered honestly that life held too many other priorities in the years between.
when i lived in paris as a student, i hit the streets each day armed with a “carte orange” (monthly metro pass – cabs were a luxury rarely afforded), a “plan de paris” (map of paris), and precious few francs in my pocket (the dollar was at historic lows against the franc in the early ’90s). i spent most of my days padding the streets between my school at 8 rue de crebillion and the caves of the abbey of saint germain des près where several of my classes were held, including rue de seine, rue de buci, and rue de l’ancienne comedie. i cobbled together a lunch each day from the markets on rue de buci, crepes from the tiny stand around the corner from the odéon metro, and sandwiches, croissant, or baguettes at the tiny bakery at carrefour odéon. the streets were quiet and sleepy.
on returning, i was surprised to find how incredibly chic and sophisticated this area of the sixth arrodisement has become. filled with hip and popular brasserie, cafés and hotels, the streets are a visual delight of beautiful and stylish people and places. below, i’ve hooked you up with some snapshots so you can feel the beat. . .and, hey! cut a girl some slack on the photography. . . guess who desperately needs new camera???
for me, this picture captures the beauty of paris . . . white walls, white shutters, and the broad and verdant leaves of sycamore trees . . .
this guy . . . i mean, i just kind of want to follow him around and see a day in the life . . .
can’t get over how chic she is with her fedora . . . the dude in blue slacks and dusty blue suede loafers, too. . .
i almost missed getting a picture of this chick . . . her chloé-ish frock had me at hello. she and her gaggle of friends were all so cool it killed me . . .
the men in paris are somehow able to “lean in” on fashion in a way that escapes most american men. this in alabama might be a bit much but, here, perfection. and doesn’t he just have a classic french face????
i love my blues and greens. that red, though . . .
because, we all walk to the market like this, right? it’s hard to tell from this photo that her dress is a classic saint laurent safari dress with lacing at the neckline. wow.
there have always been a ton of motorcycles in paris, but it strikes me there are more than ever . . . this is a pretty typical scene.
just heading out to catch a bite on a monday night, as we all do . . . she was so chic in her green bell mini and cream pashmina.
this girl, with her cap-sleeve jumpsuit and gold sandals, was just perfection for me . . . i love people who you can tell are just cool without even trying. her bike and the top-knot are the perfect accessories.
her friend, in mint green, black, and blush ballet flats gets a gold star as well . . .
really, their whole gang was classic “bcbg” as the french say . . . bon chic, bon genre (good style, good family). they collected outside the market and then headed off together. i am imagining that they were heading to the banks of seine to watch the sunset, as the young people do here. . .
the white and green had me at hello, but then the lavender window boxes . . . be still, my beating heart . . .
can i please be this lady when i get older???
i spotted a ton of isabel marant’s influence . . .
and then i found this just around the corner . . .
seriously love this guy . . . think he could tell i was grabbing a photograph?
every cafe in this quarter is completely packed by 7 every evening. . .
orange is my favorite color, so this just blew me away. i love how she has paired her bag and shoes with very muted tones. i am not sure i would have thought to pair orange and mocha but i like it . . . and, is she not the coolest cat around???
i mean . . . as if i needed anything more . . .