This weekend I was dying to have my first real Parisian shopping experience and I definitely got it. Right now, it's les soldes, which are the sales that happen twice a year- once after Christmas and once in the summer- and are put in place by the government. Apparently shops can't have sales whenever they want to, like at home. We went to Galeries Lafayette, which is like an extremely ritzy Macy's that makes the Mall of America look like a dump. I also got my first taste of Zara and I, right away, wanted to buy everything in the store, but settled on a nice cardigan for my internship.
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| The ceiling of Galeries Lafayette- gorgeous! |
Shopping made
me feel
like a dump. For the past while, I've felt like I can dress pretty well in this town, but I was wrong. I was in an H&M and some girl just had this giant Miu Miu handbag and Louboutin heels. No big deal. Women in Paris look amazing without even trying. I work on my hair every morning and still don't look half as good as the
parisiennes who don't even touch theirs. And they all wear high heels all the time, which I've started doing too. There are very few escalators and close to zero elevators, yet everyone just prances up the steps in their teetering heels. No big deal. One of these days I'm going to tumble down the cement stairs and that Jean Dujardin poster will just be smiling at me, as usual. Psh.
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| On the chilly terrace- look it's the Eiffel Tower! |
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| It was just too cold outside! (Note: That's my new Zara cardigan) |
It's been ridiculously cold here, like -5 celsius, yet last night we cracked open some bottles of wine out on Mary Kate's terrace at Foyer International, which has a perfect view of everything in Paris. It reminded me of the view when Remy first gets to the rooftops of Paris in
Ratatouille. Paris really is
merveilleux!
Rachel
