My lovely readers, I am fresh out of inspiration for posts these days. I am blaming it on the 5 weeks, FIVE WEEKS! of having my foot in a cast and being mostly limited in what I can do and where I can go (I did make a couple of exceptions though, at Le Meurice and Gerard Mulot). So being low on inspiring subject matter (most of my days are spent at home in my apartment with an occasional break at the café down below), I thought I would toss up a Pretty Paris Pictures post from the 14th of July where we say pretty cozy with a snazzy view on the rooftop of the Novotel Vaugirard hotel where Chéri and I were invited to watch the festivities. (PS : they do have a restaurant with a balcony where you can dine with a view even if you are not staying at the the hotel).
I was so happy to be invited by Le Meurice for a tea time tasting of their pastries, which are renowned, and rightly so given the dedication to French excellence in pastry arts and cuisine that is promoted by this Dorchester Collection hotel.
But an article about tea time at Le Meurice will no doubt spark a conversation about the recent media frenzy over the boycott against hotels owned by the sultan of Brunei, a small sovereign nation that is pocketed on a Malaysian coastline. Anna Wintour and all the celebrities have a very valid point in boycotting hotels owned by this sultan who is integrating sharia law into his country’s customs. I IN NO WAY SUPPORT SHARIA LAW IN ANY WAY. These laws are intrinsically homophobic, misogynist and inhumane. I think radical leaders like Hassanal Bolkiah should be given a taste of their very own oppression and discrimination. I support Anna Wintour and the fashion industry boycotting the Dorchester Collection hotels. But… I also support the dedicated and open minded professionals that work in and for these hotels. These people have nothing to do with the garish laws implemented in Brunei, nor its sultan’s opinions or religious inclination. These people who work in hotels such as Le Meurice, uphold the standards of luxury and tolerance of people from all walks of life. The wonderful people who work for Le Meurice support French standards of business, liberté, égalité, fraternité. I find it sad that these people are the ones being in essence hurt by this sultan’s decisions, and it isn’t fair for them at all. They do an amazing job of running a hotel with high French standards. I do hope the public opinion can put enough pressure on the sultan for him to retract his decision for sharia law without putting in danger the jobs of those who work in his hotels.
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It would seem that Springtime draws me out and exploring the cafés of Paris. I think the easing of chilly weather makes me feel more adventurous and I am inclined to exit the comfort of home for the chairs, benches and divans at various unexplored cafés around town. Although it isn’t that difficult to entice me outdoors given the many attractive café establishments in the City of lights.
I spent a little time recently in two that I had never discovered before…and all in the same afternoon.
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There are perfume brands, and then there are perfume legends. Oriza Legrand is of the latter type. It is a brand that began centuries ago; in 1720 to be exact.
Sadly it did not survive the hardships of WWII and the company closed down.
But, two devoted connaisseurs, Franck Belaiche and Hugo Lambert, took on the challenge of reviving the brand. Refering to themwelves as successors of the brand, and not founders, they strive to recreate the brand’s perfumes exactly as they once were. Read more →
There are certain sunsets that happen over the city of Paris where I wish I could have a view over the rooftops…
Well, I do. I have a seat, and so do you! On top of Le Printemps Haussman, on a café terrace with a beverage in hand, to enjoy the incredible panoramic view. Read more →
I was strolling by the Eiffel Tower and Trocadéro the other day, and saw this lovely little group of young American women, all primped up and ready for their photo shoot in Paris. I couldn’t resist, and asked their permission to take a few shots. After annoying them for a couple minutes as I snapped a few images, I left a card with one of them, and tossed a cheery thank you as I sauntered off. I hope they had a delightful time being immortalized in their fashionable best in front of the iron lady. Read more →
I literally wrote « Sprintemps » in the title before correcting it to « Springtime ». I think my franglais has gotten a little out of hand. But that isn’t the subject of this post. Or is it….
If you listen closely in the beginning of Springtime in Paris, you can almost hear a collective sigh.. Aaaaaaaaahhhh! The light comes back and we all feel a release of pressure as we emerge from under the gray skies.
I wanted to illustrate Paris this Spring; not that it needs doing… for Pete’s sake, every blogger and their brother is posting pretty blossoming photos of Paris these days. But really, it cannot be helped when you live here. This isn’t to say that living in Paris is all cherry blossoms and pink sunsets…far from it. Paris also includes in the package : tired legs, aching feet, angry fellow metro passengers, (enjoy this funny parody about an « incident » on the metro), pushy people on buses, pushy people everywhere, umbrella wars when in rains, unreliable transportation, interminable lines at any public service office, insurmountable amounts of paperwork in order to get anything done… oh people, I could go on for at least 100 more of these… but that’s not the purpose of this blog post. Or is it…. Read more →
If you have been following this blog for some time, you most likely know that my FAVORITE Paris monument is the Opéra Garnier. I can’t pass by it without snapping an instagram at the very least.
It’s makes frequent appearances on this blog, as you can see here, here here and here and also here…oh yeah and here too.
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Spring keeps teasing us here in Paris. We’ll get a really brilliant sunny day in between several cold and gray ones. It’s almost like you can hear a communal « Aaaaaaah! » throughout Pairs when the random gorgeous day glitters down upon us. and then a disappointed chorus of « Boooooo. » when we wake up the next day and see the drizzle or feel the chill. It was a couple Sundays ago, I think we all returned to work on Monday with a light pinkish hue on our fresh faces. Just about all of Paris was out lounging along the river banks of the Seine. I even ran into Sylvia of Finding Noon.
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