Paris and I have one major thing in common.
Ralph’s in St. Germain
We’re not shy of the finer things in life – a great hotel/a couture club sandwich/obligatory kir royale before every meal – but to paraphrase a true soul legend ‘The best things in life are” indeed so very very free.
Like this day. Our last in Paris, when we ditched the map and made a conjugal compromise to roam with no purpose, replenish sancerre levels when thirsty, not argue when we got lost.
After 5 days at Camp Posh, plagued by the burden of 20 euro mojitos and sandwiched between way too many swanky stores for my credit card’s own good, we opted for a roam through the neighbouring 16th. Cue a leafy stroll down to the river and the first of many carb-stops.
Reflecting on it now, I’ve sort of adopted the 16th arr. as my new fave hood – it’s the ideal place to stay and play. Postcard pretty, peppered with bistros and boulangeries, way less tourists photo-bombing pics.
We brunched at Le Galliera on the Av. Pierre 1er de Serbie perfect for people watching.
We shoulda woulda coulda joined the queue for cake porn at La Patisserie Cyril Lignac next door, but we didn’t – next time.
We’d already poured our life savings into Creed boutique also on Serbie – so worth it with the exchange rate we rationalised.
After brunch we headed through Musee Galliera and down to Palais de Tokyo where I swished about whilst J had a cigarette and snapped these pics.
blouse – eight slate
shorts – forever 21
ballet pumps – french sole
head scarf- hermes (try here + here)
I’m home now and on a carb ban.
Keep up with my struggle here.
L x