Au revoir Paris..

I love Paris in the spring time!!! Summer, autumn and winter too, yet preferably the warmer months, I thank Paris for the extra kilo that I have just put on, after four day’s of indulging in breakfast consisting of pain aux raisins, cappuccino’s, and some of the best gourmet pastries, not to mention the delicate wines served at all times of the day on every corner of every side street in Paris and then the bread..ooh the bread.. it is irresistible, life living in Paris must be a treat.

Merci Pari, I will forever be in awe of your beauty, style and grace.

The next question is how do French women stay so thin?  After shopping in boutiques all the way from the Marais to Saint Germain to the Palais Royal there was not a piece of apparel in sight over a size 10, which by the way is frowned upon in Paris.  The average size of each and every shop assistant is a maximum size 4-6 which lead me to feel lucky enough to fit into the 8-10 bracket, hopefully working in my favor, yet I have to admit did not make one feel so Parisian chic walking out of the wonderfully decorated stylish boutiques lining those pretty streets.  It’s know wonder women of all nationalities from all around the world have been searching for the answer to how the French women stay so thin secret for years, I’m still trying to figure out how they manage to resist the window displays of irresistible fresh gourmet delights on every corner.

Which then leads me to the Parisian fashion, spectacularly chic is a quick way to describe it.  It’s feminine, sophisticated, elegant, graceful, sexy and so pretty all wrapped up in one.  French women know how to dress, flowing skirts or sexy dresses always with a hint of brightly colored delicate lace lingerie peeping through from underneath each flowing ensemble, when I am in Paris I have died and gone to designer Parisian heaven! xmm

On your way to or from Italy, the ‘City of Lights’ is always well worth a visit.

“Every time I look down on this timeless town
whether blue or gray be her skies
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris every moment, every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near!”

Written by American composer and songwriter Cole Albert Porter.
(June9, 1891 – October 15, 1964)

Lucky for me and my credit card the doors of the House of Dior on Avenue Montaigne in Paris were closed on Sunday!