Hello my darling tutu-twirling darlings! It's your favourite pink-tutu-clad time traveller, Emma, back with another delightful journey through the world of ballet! This month, I've whisked myself off to the charming city of Paris on a date with destiny – 4th April 1743 to be exact!
Now, I know what you're thinking, "Emma, Paris in 1743? What could possibly be on the ballet scene?" Well, my dears, let me tell you, this date marked the beginning of a most fashionable and magnificent era for French dance! And oh, the pink outfits! Swoon!
It all started with a rather grand royal wedding - the marriage of King Louis XV to Queen Maria Leczinska. Talk about a showstopper! The court was buzzing with excitement, the air positively electric with anticipation for this spectacle. You see, it wasn't just a mere wedding – it was a statement of power, an explosion of colour and opulence, an utter celebration of life itself.
Now, this royal bash wasn't a tutu-tastic affair like our modern ballet productions, mind you. But the dance, the ballet itself, was a captivating spectacle. * Fancy-footed dancers in shimmering gowns and bejeweled slippers graced the court with grace and grandeur. And let me tell you, darling, the choreography! *Simply divine! Imagine a grand display of delicate, precise movements, graceful gestures, and stunning formations, all infused with passion and emotion. *Talk about artistry!
It's not just the dancing that drew me to this time period, though. Imagine the incredible fashion! Let's just say, even the men were sporting panniers – massive, padded underskirts for that voluminous silhouette that we all crave! I must confess, the panniers did require a tad more effort to navigate through the narrow streets, but that didn't deter anyone from sporting this fashionable marvel. Fashion at the time was about excess and elegance - just my cup of tea! I felt positively at home, practically a fashion expert compared to these dear folks.
Now, while I'm quite comfortable travelling through the ages, I confess that a horse-drawn carriage wasn't quite my usual method of transportation. My faithful pink steed, Magic Meg, even though she can travel through time with the grace of a gazelle and the speed of a bullet, felt rather awkward navigating the bustling, cobbled streets of Paris. However, Meg’s majestic presence in her dazzling pink coat, gleaming golden hooves, and cascading mane and tail certainly made a statement! She quickly became the star of the show, drawing curious stares and admiring whispers from all who crossed our path. I’m quite certain there was a very pink pony on its way to a prestigious, highly sought-after career in carriage pulling!
Speaking of horses, my dears, I have a little tale to share! I must tell you about my amazing purchase from a charming little shop I stumbled upon in Paris! Prepare yourself for pink perfection! Imagine a tiny, hand-painted ceramic figurine, depicting a dashing grey mare wearing a pink satin bridle with a delicate pearl pendant hanging gracefully from her mane! This delicate gem found its place safely tucked inside my trusty leather rucksack, destined for a prime spot in my very special ballet memorabilia collection. *Isn't it utterly divine? *
Paris in 1743, my darlings, was a sensory feast, filled with vibrant music, rich storytelling through the ballet, *fashion trends that redefined grandeur, and an atmosphere where elegance was truly the *lingua franca – what's not to love? Oh, and the pastry? Divine! As if I could resist such delightful treats!
Now, this blog post might be coming to a close, but my tutu travels never truly end! Keep checking in for more of my captivating ballet adventures. Who knows what wonders, what pink tutus and dance-filled adventures await us next!
Until next time, my loves, happy dancing, stay pink!
Emma xo
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Disclaimer - I know that most ballerina time travel blog posts do not discuss pastries. This is because pastries tend to add unnecessary weight and this can often make dancing difficult, it is something I personally find a little stressful, but in Paris - It’s impossible! I’m just not that hardcore.
