#PinkTutuBlogParis - Saturday 2005-03-19 Exploring Paris

Bonjour, mes amies! It’s Emma here, fresh from the cobbled streets of Paris, my heart brimming with joie de vivre and my head filled with the whirl of ballet and couture. This week’s Pink Tutu Blog is all about Paris, a city that feels as whimsical and charming as a hand-painted porcelain doll, especially when seen through my pink tutu-tinted spectacles.

For those of you new to my little corner of the internet, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Emma, a ballerina from Derbyshire, England, and my life is a tapestry woven from pink tulle, the sweet rhythm of pirouettes, and the infectious joy of performance. Every Saturday, I bring you glimpses of my ballet adventures, fashion finds, and travel escapades, all spun with a dash of Pink Tutu magic.

Today, I’m feeling positively Parisienne, as I’ve just returned from a whirlwind trip across the Channel on the Eurostar – the train that transports you into a dreamland of croissants, cafe au lait, and charming French accents. Let me tell you, travelling to Paris is like stepping into a picture postcard!

Of course, the reason for my Parisian sojourn is ballet. It was simply unthinkable to be in Paris without indulging in the rich tapestry of classical ballet that defines the city's cultural fabric. The weekend just gone saw me in a state of pure bliss, catching the exquisite production of Swan Lake at the Palais Garnier – the Opera House itself being an opulent monument to Parisian beauty.

As I sat among the shimmering lights and exquisite chandeliers, watching the graceful movements of the dancers, it was almost like the theatre itself came alive. My heart soared with every arabesque, my spirit ignited by every jeté.

Beyond the grand stages of the Palais Garnier, I also explored the streets, soaking in the street ballet that adds such character to Paris. A street artist, lost in the throes of creation, was drawing an ethereal dancer; a busker serenaded a gathering crowd with melodies both moving and whimsical; and even the very way the Parisian women walked – their strides infused with a natural elegance, like dancers in a casual ballet – added to the city's enchanting atmosphere.

But Paris isn’t just about ballet. The city itself is a couture masterpiece, a catwalk of timeless style and understated chic. The first thing I did after my Swan Lake ballet, was a quick detour into the Marais district for a little shopping spree. I found myself swept away by the Parisian fashion, the vibrant displays, the ateliers brimming with exquisite fabrics, and the tantalisingly stylish boutiques lining each cobblestone lane.

And oh my goodness, the hats! My head felt overwhelmed with possibilities, with every shop showcasing an array of feathery fascinators, chic berets, and Parisian caps that just whispered “Elegance.” The Parisians, in their perfectly put together ensembles, added to the alluring ambiance of the boutiques, and it’s fair to say, my suitcase is overflowing with some incredible new Parisian finds.

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You won’t be surprised to hear that I saw my fair share of Parisian pink. From a pastel-hued cafe I enjoyed for lunch, to the delightful blush-toned buildings along the Rue de Seine, pink just seems to sing to the rhythm of Parisian charm. And yes, my tutu didn’t just get me some admiring glances, but also led to a few impromptu photo opportunities – you can’t just strut down the Champs-Élysées in a pink tutu and not be prepared for some Parisian paparazzi!

I also indulged in some pink macarons. The macarons, delicately dusted with rose-petal pink and lavender hues, were divine. Every bite, a delightful mix of creamy sweetness and airy lightness – just as enchanting as the city itself.

My heart feels lighter and brighter after my Parisian escapade. This city, brimming with the spirit of art, fashion, and joie de vivre, left me yearning for more, but above all, I am filled with the desire to bring a little Parisian charm and pink tutu magic back home.

From my little corner of Derbyshire, I dream of a world where everyone wears pink tutus, embracing the beauty, the playfulness, the unbridled joy that dancing in pink tulle can bring. Maybe next time I'll pack enough tutus to hand out on the streets of Paris – that would certainly bring some sunshine to this already lovely city!

Until next Saturday, my dear Pink Tutu followers, stay inspired, stay stylish, and stay twirling! And remember, in the grand ballet of life, we all have a role to play, a tutu to wear, and a performance to deliver.

Au revoir!

Emma www.pink-tutu.com