Chic in Paris: A Warm Welcome
05 . 17 . 14
I couldn’t have asked for a warmer welcome to Paris. The weather has been absolutely beautiful with bright blue skies and no rain. This and my fabulous finds from the brocante (above) make up for the fact the hot water is broken in my friend’s apartment. And as with everything regarding the French ce n’est pas possible to fix it until Monday. But now my dirty hair makes me instantly French.
To clarify, a brocante is a moving flea market. You either know about it from a website for your neighborhood or look for the yellow banners announcing the dates. The puces are the flea markets that are always in the same place. I found the beautiful chairs at the brocante printempts de la rue de Bretagne, as well as the painting, mirror, silver baby cup, tea towels, and ashtray from the Royal-Monceau. I plan to use the silver cup for Q-Tips and the ashtray for my jewelry.
The living room in my friend’s apartment.
Paris is know as the City of Light and the French take advantage of this with their large windows. Unlike America where we waste electricity, here you don’t even have to turn on the lights all day. It also stays light out until 10pm which is amazing.
My friend lives right next to the Palais Royal which was strangely closed on Thursday but not completely unexpected. You also have to be prepared in Paris that there will be a strike or unplanned closure of something. They might have been getting ready for an event but we’re not sure. The Palais Royal is always under renovation so that could have been the reason as well.
I love the handwritten signs at the flower shops.
Usually you can cut directly through the Louvre to get to the Seine but it is also under construction. Mais bien sur. But I passed this beautiful garden as I walked around the building.
The Louvre never ceases to amaze me.
I really can’t believe the beautiful weather so far. People were getting sun along the Seine everyday.
A quiet corner of the Louvre.
The shadows add to the beauty of the buildings.
Non, I did not place a lock on the Pont des Arts. You should be very careful in this area of gypsies and pickpockets.
While walking in Saint Germain, I passed the birthplace of Edourd Manet. Walking along the same streets as famous artists and writers is another thing that never ceases to amaze me in Paris.
My doors of the Upper East Side posts have now been replaced with the portes of Paris on Instagram.
Photos by Heather Clawson for Habitually Chic