What I'll wear in Paris
Today, I'm en route to Paris, where May can skip into 28C/82F heat or sulk down to a damp 7C/45F, from day to day.
I packed black, white, and pale grey—or as I like to think of it, pastel black—spring-ified with pink.
Key items:
There are also Lolë black travel pants (shortened to slightly cropped length for spring), a pair each of black and blue jeans, cotton v-neck tees in white and fuchsia; a black lace tee, and that Piper rain shell.
Scarves in the palette: linen or cotton, several in silk to dress up the tees for evening:
The rain shell will dry quickly, but if shoes get soaked, they're soggy for days. I'm flying in black patent rain slip-ons (Merrell), which have excellent support. In the bag, sneakers (Timberland) for clement-weather walking, metallic silver flats (Ecco) for evening.
We will walk, hang out with friends of over thirty years, shuck oysters. Bookstores, the ballet, markets, and an apèro at an outdoor table. To my consternation, I will miss both materfamilias and Janice Riggs (of The Vivienne Files), as well as two other dear friends, by one day!
Does this outfit make my butt look touristy?
Several of the friends I will see, two Parisiennes, could not be more different. Last time, Huguette took me to a boutique where nothing fit, and the clothes were fantastic. Oof, major pain. This time, the ballet, and if we shop: accessories.
Someone asked if I thought I'd look like a tourist. No, but out with either, I'll look low-maintenance.
Danièle will wear grey jeans, a crisp white shirt, an impeccably-cut blue blazer with an antique lace pocket square, and brown loafers. Huguette will wear a ditsy-floral midi dress, a peach 7/8-length coat, a funny little Japanese knit hat, and mustard ankle boots. They represent the antipodes of French style: BCBG vs. eccentric chic. I can't muster either look (and am not the eccentric type anyway) with a carry-on bag.
Posts for the weeks following this will be sporadic at best or I'll be absent, replacing writing with watching bees dart through spring blooms, communing with art, buying fish we never see here.
I'll awaken next to the oldest music school in Paris; from the common courtyard, song floats through the casement windows. It's as sublime as it sounds.
I packed black, white, and pale grey—or as I like to think of it, pastel black—spring-ified with pink.
Key items:
There are also Lolë black travel pants (shortened to slightly cropped length for spring), a pair each of black and blue jeans, cotton v-neck tees in white and fuchsia; a black lace tee, and that Piper rain shell.
Scarves in the palette: linen or cotton, several in silk to dress up the tees for evening:
The rain shell will dry quickly, but if shoes get soaked, they're soggy for days. I'm flying in black patent rain slip-ons (Merrell), which have excellent support. In the bag, sneakers (Timberland) for clement-weather walking, metallic silver flats (Ecco) for evening.
We will walk, hang out with friends of over thirty years, shuck oysters. Bookstores, the ballet, markets, and an apèro at an outdoor table. To my consternation, I will miss both materfamilias and Janice Riggs (of The Vivienne Files), as well as two other dear friends, by one day!
Does this outfit make my butt look touristy?
Several of the friends I will see, two Parisiennes, could not be more different. Last time, Huguette took me to a boutique where nothing fit, and the clothes were fantastic. Oof, major pain. This time, the ballet, and if we shop: accessories.
Someone asked if I thought I'd look like a tourist. No, but out with either, I'll look low-maintenance.
Danièle will wear grey jeans, a crisp white shirt, an impeccably-cut blue blazer with an antique lace pocket square, and brown loafers. Huguette will wear a ditsy-floral midi dress, a peach 7/8-length coat, a funny little Japanese knit hat, and mustard ankle boots. They represent the antipodes of French style: BCBG vs. eccentric chic. I can't muster either look (and am not the eccentric type anyway) with a carry-on bag.
Posts for the weeks following this will be sporadic at best or I'll be absent, replacing writing with watching bees dart through spring blooms, communing with art, buying fish we never see here.
I'll awaken next to the oldest music school in Paris; from the common courtyard, song floats through the casement windows. It's as sublime as it sounds.
Comments
I love your palette -- very sensible, really, and yet it doesn't look particularly so (by which I mean it has so much more personality than the neutrals we too often see recommended for travel).
Have a wonderful, wonderful time -- how could you not?! Profites-en-bien! Bon voyage!
I should have read that you were en route before I sent multiple emails. Will wait for your return. Bond voyage,
Positively green with envy -- wishing you wonderful adventures!
There is a pop-up restaurant on IMA's parvis now; nice for a stop to have green tea. https://www.imarabe.org/fr/actualites/l-ima-au-jour-le-jour/2018/l-alexandrie-cafe-un-restaurant-ephemere-sur-le-parvis-de-l
And le Jardin des plantes!
I'm sure you'll have a superb time ... in your solo space?