This is the city of love. And picnics.
Finally, finally, an update from me here in breathtaking Paris - for those of you who haven't been following my Instagram adventures, here's your first fix. My past few days in this big circular city, I've come to consider how fast the world adapts to what is considered to be oh so chic, effortlessly cool and most magnetic to a tourist dollar. For all its vibrant cafe culture, retail hierarchy, luxury and cinematic charm, though, there is an undercurrent of no frills simplicity. Even with Couture Fashion Week going on, Paris in essence is not about designer heels and 31 Rue Cambon. Breezy shirts, skinny jeans, flat kicks and arm armour are uniform, and a lazy hour or so beneath the Eiffel tower, consuming bare minimums and unashamedly overpriced Marché aux Fleurs blooms is ok. Doubling your plane carry-on as a picnic basket is even more so. This is the first time in my life where I've been ok with being completely relaxed despite the swarms of tourists jostling in the surrounds - I should picnic in Paris more often.
What I've noticed, too, is that Parisians have no problem with involving their city's iconic landmarks into their everyday - in most other places I've frequented, tourist attractions are too irritable and off limits (indeed, you wouldn't find me picnicking by the Sydney Opera House on any given Sunday). And so, all visitors to Paris fall in love with the local lifestyle, if they take the time to notice it. Biking along the river, food and wine on every grassy surface, crêpes on the way home... I'd take no issue with living here for six months with nothing to do and a mission to uncover all corners.
And now, a late breakfast with my man in our perfect Wimdu apartment before more cobbled street exploring - I'm royally obsessed with our infinitely convenient location (three crêperies on our block... three) and how easy it is for us, the fact that our front door is an enormously heavy 15th Century affair, and that our window looks out onto a dreamy view of Parisian rooftops complete with windowbox flowers and sneaky as hell gutter cats. At night, the whole scene is washed in deep blue with bright yellow windows dotted till the horizon, and (as Jen mentioned before I got here), I can definitely see what the Impressionism movement saw. And it's magical.
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