Saturday, 30th August, 2003
Oh, darling! My lovely pink-loving readers! Howās the world treating you? Here I am, Emma, your favourite pink tutu wearing ballerina, writing to you live from Paris, the City of Lights! The air here smells of freshly baked bread, romance, and ā wouldnāt you know it ā the divine scent of ā¦ pink perfume, natch!
Eurostar to the Rescue!
The journey was divine, as always! I just love whizzing across the Channel on the Eurostar. It feels so luxurious and magical! And it gives me time to think about my outfits and, of course, the shows and ballet class Iām planning for next week.
I did something rather daring on the journeyā¦ I donned a hot pink tutu over my vintage frock. The gentleman in the seat next to me (who was surprisingly lovely and charming!) nearly choked on his tea, bless his cotton socks! He kept glancing at me like I was some mystical creature from a fairy tale! Oh, he was smitten, you could tell! The journey is half the fun, donāt you think?
Stepping into Parisā¦ with a Twirl, of Course!
The Gare du Nord is just so beautifully Parisian! All that stunning architecture! My first step off the train felt like something straight out of a movie! And then I realisedā¦ I simply had to spin! You know, one of those fabulous ballerina twirls that makes the skirt billow out and captures everyone's gaze. A beautiful Parisian man chuckled at my antics! It was the perfect beginning to this magical weekend!
A Ballet Rendezvousā¦
After checking into my sweet little hotel (which of course had the most delicious scent of lilies!), I scurried to the Palais Garnier. The OpĆ©ra Garnierā¦ Oh, darling, you should see it! A real palace of art!
You see, today was a very special day for a ballerina. Itās the anniversary of the world famous āLe Sacre du Printempsā! What an incredible ballet. And to be here, in Paris, with a hot pink tutu adorning my form? Pure magic!
French Chic Shoppingā¦ Pink Paradise!
Paris is just a playground for fashion! Of course, the shops here are truly glorious. And pink is everywhere, itās quite astonishing! I must have tried on every pink tutu in the Champs-ĆlysĆ©es! But no, none of them could compare to mine!
Street Performers and Dreamy Dessertsā¦
On my way back from my pink tulle haul (my basket is heavy but my heart is light!), I found some beautiful street performers in the Marais district. A real gentleman in a sparkly top hat even gave me a dazzling juggling performance. I offered him a little pink bow as a tip, of course!
I ended the day at a sweet little bistro and ate the most incredible macarons! The pastry chef even told me they were the āpinkest in Parisā. Of course! And what was their special flavor, you ask? Pink champagne and rose petals! Heavenly!
Until Next Weekā¦
My dears, itās late, and tomorrow promises more Parisian delights, so I must get my beauty sleep! This pink tutu needs its rest. Catch you next Saturday for a delightful update on all things Paris! And remember, even if you're not in Paris, embrace the pink! The world is your stage, so twirl with abandon! Au revoir!
Emma
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