Exploring Paris by foot is inexpensive and a fête for the senses.
My first full day in Paris was last Friday, and since it was all downhill from Montmartre to the first arrondisement where one of my favorite destinations was located, I thought pourquoi pas (why not)?
The Palais-Royale offers art, a garden to mosey around in, a fountain of water to soothe the mind, shops offering designer wares – both new and vintage, historic restaurants, and on Thursday (the day before) Louis Vuitton’s Spring 2019 menswear collection. Tout à fait normal. C’est Paris!
As you will see in the signs posted on the balstrades, part of the garden was closed temporarily as they picked up the structures from the fashion show. No big deal, just an iconic French designer’s collection had been presented to the world at this very spot fewer than 24 hours ago.
While the signs do not signify whose fashion show it was, it was upon popping into Gabrielle Geppard’s vintage clothing store (which I was introduced to by Aisling of Tresor Parisienne during my last trip, having the opportunity to meet THE Gabrielle) and asking her that I found out. She stated the words “Louis Vuitton” as though it was her neighbor or friend (the latter is probably true – friend of the design house). None-the-less, it all made me smile. I most definitely was in Paris. That was for certain, and so I took a Parisian metal lounge chair, pulled out a book and situated myself next to the large fountain.
~the entrance to Gabrielle Geppert’s vintage clothing boutique~
The sky was blue, the locals were mixed amongst the tourists, and the Parisian pups relaxed as well. Closing my eyes for a moment was an immense delight. And when my neighbor to my right asked for a light for his cigarette, I looked at him, stumbled in my French and finally resorted to waving my hands as to attempt to indicate I did not have a match (it looked more like a failed attempt at sign language). Aucun problème (no problem). We both went back to basking in the sun and listening to the music of the water mixed with the breeze. Somewhere he found a light because he was smoking within minutes of our failed conversation. Qui sait.
Then I gathered myself for the uphill walk, but it was an uphill walk in Paris. It isn’t very often I have such an opportunity.
~Le Nemours cafe just outside the Palais-Royale~