the sound of thunder in the morning, especially when you're on holiday, would bring a smile to your dial. But, this morning I embraced the clouds, and the drizzle... for what better way to spend a rainy day than shuffling between boutiques in Le Marais?Like any self-respecting girl I acquainted myself with the must see shopping locales prior to my arrival in the hometown of French "grand couturiers," (think Christian Lacroix, Chanel, Dior and Yves Saint Laurent). This involved cornering friends and friends-of-friends who had recently lived in or travelled to Paris, and forcing them to divulge all of the City's fashion secrets
. Armed with my list, a quick Google maps search confirmed the stores within (and near) our 75004 area code - then we were off (brollies in hand), ready to lose ourselves in the wonder that is French fashion.Introducing, Rue Vieille du Temple.
This unassuming cobblestone street is not only home to lush boutiques, but to some little ones too (you know, the one's we can actually afford to buy things in). Ever the discerning travellers (yeah, right)... we simply moseyed in and out of the first few, lovingly strumming our hands along racks of silk, chiffon and gorgeous lace... By the third shop our confidence had grown, and we had begun exclaimin
g little ditties like, "C'est bon!" and "C'est trop cher!" and after a slightly awkward broken-English/French conversation with one friendly shop assistant, we mastered the French version of "I'm just looking," "Je regarde soulement." Although in this particular boutique I ended up parting with a cool 125 euros (on a stunning red silk/cotton blend summer dress and pair of strappy leather sandals - both 50 per cent off!).
g little ditties like, "C'est bon!" and "C'est trop cher!" and after a slightly awkward broken-English/French conversation with one friendly shop assistant, we mastered the French version of "I'm just looking," "Je regarde soulement." Although in this particular boutique I ended up parting with a cool 125 euros (on a stunning red silk/cotton blend summer dress and pair of strappy leather sandals - both 50 per cent off!).Suddenly the puddled-streets and dreary skyline only added to the romance of Paris. A few more stores and a successful trip to the post office (speaking only in French), we were acting unabashedly Parisian. And loving it.
my little shopping bag of luxury: 98 Rue Vieille du Temple, Paris
2 comments:
I wanna see the dress!
Hmmm Paris, the most gorgeous place in the world.
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