it wAs A whirlwind 4-dAy dEbUt in thE city Of lights And bOy wAs it swEEt sEdUctiOn. At OncE i wAs EnAmOUrEd with thE wAy Of living & Of bEing. sO mUch tO AbsOrb, tO hEAr, tO sEE, tO fEEl, tO smEll, tO tAstE, tO lEArn... sO littlE timE.
bUt nO rOOm fOr rEgrEt fOr if pAris tAUght mE OnE thing AbOvE All it is thAt qUAlity dOEs indEEd rEign sUprEmE OvEr mcqUAntity. wOrking with A shOEstring bUdgEt i nEvEr OncE fElt likE i wAs missing OUt On Anything. i didn’t nEEd tO indUlgE in dOm pÉrignOn And fOiE grAs Or drOp A fOrtUnE On thE chAmps-ÉlysÉEs tO gEt whAt i gOt OUt Of pAris. sOmE Of thE bEst mOmEnts i ExpEriEncEd in pAris wErE frEE.
sitting by thE sEinE On A wArm spring AftErnOOn drinking frEnch winE with friEnds - windOw shOpping On winding cObblEstOnE rUEs dOttEd with dUsty Old bOOk shOps And vintAgE clOthing spOts - wAtching ElEgAnt wOmEn in sidEwAlk cAfEs sUcking At cigArs - sAmpling frOmAgE At thE mArkEt – EnjOying thE simplE & timElEss mOdE Of pAssing frEnch fAshiOnistAs.
it wAs All i cOUld dO jUst tO hOld bAck frOm singing All mAry-pOppins-likE “thEsE ArE A fEw Of my fAvOUritE things.”
And thOUgh cOnspicUOUs cOnsUmptiOn wAs nOt On thE AgEndA i did wAnt tO find A littlE piEcE Of pAris thAt i cOUld sqUEEzE in my sUitcAsE And tAkE AwAy with mE. A littlE sOmEthing tO rEmind mE Of my 3-night stAnd with thE rOmAncE cApitAl. thE EUrO wAs flExing And mAking intimidAting fAcEs At thE US dOllAr At thE timE sO i wAsn’t in A grEAt pOsitiOn tO spEnd. i hAd tO chOOsE wisEly.
dOnE sipping On my silky cAfE AU lAit, i spEnt dAy 3 wAndEring ArOUnd lE mArAis. OUtsidE An Old chUrch A crEw Of hipstErs ArmEd with A whOlE lOttA brAss wErE stylEd Up in blUE And gOld And rOcking jAzz stAndArds. Only in pAris! AftEr A fEw pitstOps... qUichE hErE... winE thErE... i fOUnd my littlE tOkEn Of pAris.
mAdE in pAris dEpUis 1936... clAssic whitE lEAthEr snEAkErs... cAptUring thAt qUintEssEntiAl frEnch stylE... spring cOUrts. i fElt likE cindErEllA As i slippEd On my nEw kicks... vOilA... missiOn AccOmplishEd!
At thE timE i knEw nOthing AbOUt spring cOUrts. All i nEEdEd tO knOw wAs thAt thEy wErE frEnch And thAt thEy wOUld rEmind mE Of pAris. fAst fOrwArd tO jUst A fEw wEEks AgO whEn i mEt A friEnd fOr lUnch And thE first thing shE sAid wAs “nicE spring cOUrts”. A cOmplimEnt’s A cOmplEmEnt And i tAkE whAt i cAn gEt sO wE End Up hAving A littlE spring cOUrt cOnvO. sAid friEnd gOEs On tO tEll mE thAt thE shOEs thAt i’m wEAring – thE sAmE shOEs which fOr A yEAr nOw hAvE bEEn my mnEmOnic link tO pAris – ArE thE ExAct sAmE shOEs thAt jOhn lEnnOn And yOkO OnO wOrE thE dAy thAt thEy wErE mArriEd. it rEAlly dOEsn’t gEt Any bEttEr thAn thAt. litErAlly in thE sAmE shOEs As twO Of thE crEAtivE And philOsOphicAl hErOEs Of OUr timE. nOw i knOw it’s jUst A pAir Of shOEs... i hOpE i dOn’t cOmE Off likE sOmE kind Of mAtEriAlist cAUsE i’m jUst nOt... bUt i lOvE lOvE lOvE thE synchrOnicity Of it All.
bUt nO rOOm fOr rEgrEt fOr if pAris tAUght mE OnE thing AbOvE All it is thAt qUAlity dOEs indEEd rEign sUprEmE OvEr mcqUAntity. wOrking with A shOEstring bUdgEt i nEvEr OncE fElt likE i wAs missing OUt On Anything. i didn’t nEEd tO indUlgE in dOm pÉrignOn And fOiE grAs Or drOp A fOrtUnE On thE chAmps-ÉlysÉEs tO gEt whAt i gOt OUt Of pAris. sOmE Of thE bEst mOmEnts i ExpEriEncEd in pAris wErE frEE.
sitting by thE sEinE On A wArm spring AftErnOOn drinking frEnch winE with friEnds - windOw shOpping On winding cObblEstOnE rUEs dOttEd with dUsty Old bOOk shOps And vintAgE clOthing spOts - wAtching ElEgAnt wOmEn in sidEwAlk cAfEs sUcking At cigArs - sAmpling frOmAgE At thE mArkEt – EnjOying thE simplE & timElEss mOdE Of pAssing frEnch fAshiOnistAs.
it wAs All i cOUld dO jUst tO hOld bAck frOm singing All mAry-pOppins-likE “thEsE ArE A fEw Of my fAvOUritE things.”
And thOUgh cOnspicUOUs cOnsUmptiOn wAs nOt On thE AgEndA i did wAnt tO find A littlE piEcE Of pAris thAt i cOUld sqUEEzE in my sUitcAsE And tAkE AwAy with mE. A littlE sOmEthing tO rEmind mE Of my 3-night stAnd with thE rOmAncE cApitAl. thE EUrO wAs flExing And mAking intimidAting fAcEs At thE US dOllAr At thE timE sO i wAsn’t in A grEAt pOsitiOn tO spEnd. i hAd tO chOOsE wisEly.
dOnE sipping On my silky cAfE AU lAit, i spEnt dAy 3 wAndEring ArOUnd lE mArAis. OUtsidE An Old chUrch A crEw Of hipstErs ArmEd with A whOlE lOttA brAss wErE stylEd Up in blUE And gOld And rOcking jAzz stAndArds. Only in pAris! AftEr A fEw pitstOps... qUichE hErE... winE thErE... i fOUnd my littlE tOkEn Of pAris.
mAdE in pAris dEpUis 1936... clAssic whitE lEAthEr snEAkErs... cAptUring thAt qUintEssEntiAl frEnch stylE... spring cOUrts. i fElt likE cindErEllA As i slippEd On my nEw kicks... vOilA... missiOn AccOmplishEd!
At thE timE i knEw nOthing AbOUt spring cOUrts. All i nEEdEd tO knOw wAs thAt thEy wErE frEnch And thAt thEy wOUld rEmind mE Of pAris. fAst fOrwArd tO jUst A fEw wEEks AgO whEn i mEt A friEnd fOr lUnch And thE first thing shE sAid wAs “nicE spring cOUrts”. A cOmplimEnt’s A cOmplEmEnt And i tAkE whAt i cAn gEt sO wE End Up hAving A littlE spring cOUrt cOnvO. sAid friEnd gOEs On tO tEll mE thAt thE shOEs thAt i’m wEAring – thE sAmE shOEs which fOr A yEAr nOw hAvE bEEn my mnEmOnic link tO pAris – ArE thE ExAct sAmE shOEs thAt jOhn lEnnOn And yOkO OnO wOrE thE dAy thAt thEy wErE mArriEd. it rEAlly dOEsn’t gEt Any bEttEr thAn thAt. litErAlly in thE sAmE shOEs As twO Of thE crEAtivE And philOsOphicAl hErOEs Of OUr timE. nOw i knOw it’s jUst A pAir Of shOEs... i hOpE i dOn’t cOmE Off likE sOmE kind Of mAtEriAlist cAUsE i’m jUst nOt... bUt i lOvE lOvE lOvE thE synchrOnicity Of it All.
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