Step 1: Get bold because this has to be fast and dirty… wine helps
Step 2: Grab your friends and search for a last minute flight to someplace fun
Step 3: Book last minute flight
Step 4: Fly out Friday at Midnight
Step 5: Cram lots of fun and good food into two days
Step 6: Board a flight home Sunday at Midnight
Step 7: Head straight to work. Get a BIG coffee
It all started out innocently enough, a bunch of Canadian friends (and one American) getting together for American Thanksgiving. My husband is slowly becoming famous amongst our friends for the amazing deals he finds on flights and all things travel related (he’s basically obsessed at this point but hey, I’m not complaining). During dinner, travel plans came up and people started asking him how finds all these incredible deals – a demonstration quickly turned into a bunch of us furiously working to book everyone a seat on a flight before the deal expired at midnight (it was 11:50). The next morning I was in rough shape… and not sure if it had actually happened until I got a text from a friend… “so… I guess we’re going to the beach!” hahaha it was real. That week all I did was look at photos of the beautiful beaches we would get to spend the weekend on and it took about two seconds to get crazy excited. So, Friday night we were off to Trinidad and Tobago – none of us had ever been there before and I think we really made the most of our two days. Of course, we were a lot more active than any of us expected to be but that seems to be the way the vast majority of my trips go and we got to explore both Tobago and Port of Spain.
I pretty much ordered this book as soon as it came out a couple of months ago and, sadly, read it over the course of two days…and that was only because I made myself slow down. Not going to lie, I had been (secretly) counting down the days until I could order this amazing guide from Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Sophie Mas and … Caroline de Maigret (my #1 lady crush of the moment… in case there was anyone who didn’t already know). Basically, a few super stylish, successful and very Parisian friends got together to write a tongue-in-cheek guide to being Parisian (which, of course, equals fabulous, at the moment). Even though I finished it in no time, this is the kind of book you can just keep around and read any section randomly. How to be Parisian Wherever You Are – Love, Style, and Bad Habits is hilarious, informative and, of course, beautiful – the book is full of lovely, soft photographs that make you want to change the way you live immediately.
This was a beautiful and perfect day in Paris that started with a delicious café au lait… should probably start all of my days with a giant bowl of coffee flavored milk because it’s amazing. After exploring Montmartre (and a short subway ride), we had a very special visit to a beautiful Hermès store (hello silk bandana) and then another very special visit to City Pharma. For those of you who have never heard of this phenomenon of a store, it is basically the mother of all pharmacies in Paris. You will find anything and everything you are looking for and a hundred other things you never even knew existed but that you absolutely need. To my husband, however, this pharmacy of my dreams was more of a nightmare as it is packed with women lugging around heavy baskets and throwing elbows. At one point, I stopped to look at a hairbrush and I caused a traffic jam so bad that he started yelling “YOU CAN’T HESITATE!! JUST PUT IT IN THE BASKET!” and so I did… along with a few other things that came highly recommended by the very helpful pharmacist. If you’re going to venture into City Pharma, look online first, come prepared, get your game face ready and practice a little French because it’s so busy, the employees seem to have no patience with English speakers.
As soon as I saw these I knew I had to post them. Yes, you’ll probably stare at each one for a strangely long time like I did, taking in every detail and imagining how much fun the petites filles et garçons over at Vogue Paris had putting this together (working at Vogue is just playing with clothes, lipstick and glitter… right?). I keep wishing these were real… but then I laugh because even if they were, I wouldn’t be able to afford one.