Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Friday morning
Just to say hi and breathlessly announce some style news from Paris: it's now OK to wear nude stockings. Really. You can see that little telltale crease on many carefully-shod insteps. (Of course if you are under 30 you are bare-legged till snow drifts.)Even what we ungenerously called "cheaters" in high school, the knee-high version, seem to be acceptable with one's ballerines and loafers. Not that I have pulled up any Parisienne's pantalons to check, but I have my suspicions.
At 12C/32F, Parisiennes break out the parkas and duffles, heavy boots, bulky-knit scarves, even furs. They look bundled to us, as we walk comfortably in light jackets or a sweater.
Paris, as ever, gleams and drifts, winds and tempts. I'll report more next week, but today, a last long stroll in the brilliant, honeyed sunlight, a farewell blast of diesel, the seductive sillage of perfumes, peen-pong of sirens.
à bientôt!
Comments
Helenxx
I hope you are having a fabulous time...you look so radiant and happy in Paris!
Glad to hear about nude hose. I actually miss them, and had pretty much decided I would go against the popular trend and wear what I wanted including hose.
I did notice the sheer nude hose when we were there -- also noticed sheer black, which has always read as on the tacky side here, but might be coming into its own if the Parisiennes are doing it. Ooh la la!
pseu: After two weeks feel like simply staying on.
Kathy; Tish is wonderful company!
hostess: Takes me 3-4 days to get over jet lag these days, but once really here, feel great.
Susan: My increasing French skills have helped- more to come!
Lorrie: That's the goal wherever we are, thanks!
Mardel: I bought some hose here, such a fab selection, but was surprised at prices.
Carol: Thanks, they are Kate Spade. But I wear the old ones, too.
materfamilias: Good eye, that's a paisley Liberty scarf bought in London in 1975. Knew had stored "somewhere" and found it again packing for the Montreal move.
ming: Thank you; it's often the small details like the sound of birds or seeing children coming home from school that make a place come alive for me.
So much fun.
Until next time. . .
xo,
Tish
Francie