I miss Paris. My high heels in the rain, pistachio macaroons for breakfast, and afternoon walks along the Seine. I miss the crowd at La Perle, men who shouted smile! as I passed, and the magical rose shop in St. Germain. Above all, I miss Parisian style. The beautifully dressed people who converse in rapid fire french, glasses of wine in cafés, and an air of self confidence that intoxicates me still.
I will never be French, but Paris is my city. Come next year, I'm not sure I'll be able to leave after Fashion Week!
image: grand magasin