So here's what I'm thinking:
You're gonna blow off work, throw on a cute little number...
...and hop it to Paris.
Because that's how you roll, sister.
A room at the Hotel du Champ de Mars in the 7th will be waiting. Madame has prepared the little yellow one that opens onto the courtyard. Chocolat chaud and croissants in bed taste much better than white coffee and a doughnut...
Your belly full, you wander. On the rue Madame, you follow an impossibly chic and mysterious woman to Odorantes...
...where the flowers are arranged by scent. There she buys an elegant nosegay, its perfume trailing behind her as she swishes by.
Is it me, or it is time for taxidermy? The stuffed animals of Deyrolle beckon, offering you a delicate madeleine. Who says no to a water buffalo?
But when the delightful shopgirl invites you for sweet mint tea at the La Grande Mosquée de Paris, you choose baklava over badgers, reveling in the panoply of color and light.
Wandering around the Sorbonne, you can't help but notice a French dude giving you the hairy eyeball. "I know a little place, ma petite chou" he coos. "We will have oysters and chablis."
He's small, his pants are too tight, and he's wearing a beret, but he's strangely...alluring. Somehow, you don't even mind that he bears a striking and disturbing resemblance to Maurice Chevalier. Whatever! It's kind of cute when he says, "Zut alors!" just like Jean-Pierre from your ninth grade French textbook.
You find yourself getting slightly carried away. The oysters...the candlelight...the lovely wine...
In fact, you quite like him. And you might even stay a while.
(It's a good thing you brought your cute underwear.)
Photos: 1 and 2: Le Blog de Betty. 3. Hotel du Champ de Mars. 5. Garance Dore.6. All Stripes 7. Deyrolle 8. 39 Vaugirard 9. Danske 10. Grunge Gypsy
