Paris: Week Two
Paris is fantastique. I promise to do a fashion show for you and my tripod’s ready to go. I just can’t seem to get the timing right — it’s either dark or raining when I’m ready to model. For now this headshot from my apartment will have to do. I am getting better at the scarf thing, oui?
As for faire du shopping, I’ve yet to blow the bank but there’s still time. Especially of note was my mini-spree at Galerie Simone in Le Marais. I was interested in one-of a kind skirts that are painted but wasn’t sure which size to try. The shopkeeper pointed to one in particular, saying it was my size because I’m “petite à la” and pointed to her hips. Paris, you make me feel good. Of course I bought the skirt, it’s magnifique.
Since I arrived I’ve been walking past a shop staring longingly at a pair of shoes. I need to try them on early in the day or else my battered, swollen feet may distort the fit. But oh, if they fit, mon cheres, they will be unlike any other shoes in my wardrobe.
Here comes the rain again, time to grab my umbrella and hit a museum. On deck for the day: La Musée Carnavelet, which includes Marcel Proust’s bedroom and a fin de siecle jewelry store designed by Alphonse Mucha, he of the Belle Epoque posters. I’m keeping more of a travelogue over at my other site, in case you missed it.