Before Winter’s end, I thought I should perhaps share with you this charming and cozy spot that Chéri and I had drinks at a few weeks ago. The Westin hotel has a bar that I like to go to in the winter, but they added a Winter garden this year. In their atrium that is open to the sky they installed cozy heat laps, faux lawn, faux furs on the chairs, and poof! it’s a magic winter wonderland to have a cocktail and pretend you are on an outdoor terrace at some ski mountain. The only thing missing this year : the snow. New england got dumped upon, but all we got was rain after the météo had crossed the Atlantic. Continue reading
Chéri and I went out to play on the last day of the carnival at the Grand Palais. It was a sugar-coated-colorful afternoon of playful diversion from daily life. I toted along my camera, knowing full well I was going to want to snap pictures like crazy. And I did. I have more in the flickr album if you don’t get enough here on the blog! Enjoy my shots and let me know which ones are your top three favorites in the comments below.
*Candy Apply bisous from Paris!* Continue reading
Laurel Sanderson was one of the founders of the wildly successful Sugarplum Cake Shop and was the heart, soul, and sunshine of their tea salon… We were all sad when she left the Paris baking/eatery scene, but that didn’t last long! She’s baaaaaaack! And she has created her own little place that is full of her contagious and addictive charm and warm cheerful hospitality, serving up her fantastic recipes for lunch and brunch, and that amazing carrot cake she is so well known for.
It has been a while since I published some of my snapshots of my wanderings around Paris. In fact it has been a while since I wandered around with my camera. Time (that elusive fellow) seems so fleeting these days. Maybe it’s the fall of night so early in the evening, or maybe it’s just the fatigue from working hard, but I was thrilled to finally grab my Panasonic on the way out the door to do a few lazy errands with Chéri the other day.
It was a cold rainy evening, with slick sidewalks, umbrellas jostling for space and the sky dark by 6pm because of the recent time change. Two girlfriends and I waited like groupies for the doors to open at this hip “huppé” spot next to La Madeleine. (Huppé is French for hyped). It was my first time in this bar, which is said to be one of the oldest in Paris. My girlfriends raved about it, and it seems that every other blogger and their best friend has posted something on it. It figures that I work just down the street from it, and pass by it EVERY day but never really paid much attention as it has a very discreet store front. So me of course, doing things at my own leisurely pace, am a little en retard, but that doesn’t make this place ANY less wonderful! It’s a Mad Men type of low-key-makes-you-want-to-drink-whiskey kind of place. Continue reading
Paul Bedell of Korbella™ contacted me, and with one single sentence he had my full attention : “From our pieces of Paris to yours”. These are my pieces of Paris… but… What are his?
Small, wonderful, almost magical little “jewels” cut from an actual piece of the Eiffel Tower, and integrated into stylish and elegant pieces of fashion jewelry in sterling silver, vermeil (gold plated silver) or rhodium. Paul wanted to generously offer me a piece for review, because he felt that his jewelry line and concept fit perfectly with my site. He couldn’t have been more right.
Chéri and I took some time on a Sunday in early November to just have a lovely lazy stroll around the park down the street from us (two actually), the new Martin Luther King park and the Square des Batignolles. It was somewhat of a Fall Colors stroll, since that is what we did in New England where I grew up, sought out the Fall Colors.
Granted the colors here pale in comparison to those found in Conneticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and Massachusetts, but it was a quintessential Fall afternoon complete with crisp air, blue skies, birds of a feather, and the kind of weather that makes you hold each other closer… One of the best kinds of weather (second only to the lounging on a chair by the sea in Italy weather…) Hmmm Mmm! Continue reading
This Fall there was a lovely crisp and bright weekend where the 17th arrondissement had a wonderful event, that has become an annual rendez-vous and is imitated in several neighborhoods of Paris. It is a Portes Ouvertes (Open Door) event to visit the spaces where local artists work. You can chat with them about their work, and you can even buy some art, direct from the source from whence it came. It is authentic, it is cool, it is an experience.
We went to the studio of Barabara de la Motte Saint Pierre, who lives in the Batignolles neighborhood. She’s been there since waaaaay before it was trendy and popular amongst the baby-making thirty-somethings. She’s been there since the 70′s when no one really even knew about this corner of the city. It was a quarter where blue collar workers lived, and held onto the ‘oldness’ for a long time, you can still see it everywhere in the neighborhood, but it has often been updated to give it that fresh modern vintage look; aka : charm.
So back to Barbara’s studio. It has everything you could imagine in a quaint Parisian artist studio, a cat, dust on old clocks and keys, pots of paint brushed, wine glasses, baskets of fruit etc. The whole nine yards. So I did my best to capture the ambiance of her very charmingly cluttered space, that to me seemed so authentic and so Parisian without that commercialized frill that we now tend to attach so often to this city. Barbara is a thinker and a dreamer, the true artist type that is so well produced in Paris.
Far from the glittering and glamourous world of posh art galleries on the Faubourg Saint Honoré, Barabara is one of the most simple down-to-earth Parisians I have ever met. She is content to create and is often overly generous. We have a few of her lovely little water colors in our home. And we treasure them dearly as she is a close friend of Chéri’s, and they are beautiful pieces made with her never fading curiosity and desire to artfully depict the world as she sees it through the channel of her paint brush. Continue reading
Yes, oui, oui ouuuui… I can’t help myself, when I am asked to kindly be a bridal model for a day, how can I possibly say non?!? Spend the day at a castle, get my hair and make-up done by THE BEST beauty artist I have ever met, wear a CUSTOM MADE dress!!!!! Prance around in front of a camera, and dwell among pretty things all day, not to mention creative women?!? Who would say no to that?!?
This Fall and Winter, you may run into me at the Buvette Gastrothèque…
I stumbled upon this place which is located on one of my favorite streets in Paris, rue Henri Monnier, while I was heading to a Cleopatr’as Bling private sale at Sugar Daze Cupcakes just a few doors down. I stopped in my tracks as I passed by the open door. It was the ceiling that got me. A carved tin ceiling. a rarity in Paris. It’s more of a New York thing. And well guess what, this ceiling was made based upon the ceiling of the Buvette Gastrothèque in the West Village of Manhattan. Yep, the owners of the ultra-trendy-eatery-where-you-can-bump-into-famous-people spot in NYC have followed their hearts to Paris! Continue reading