Bonjour mes amies! It's Saturday, the 4th of October 2008, and Emma here, your Pink Tutu girl, ready to share all the Parisian magic from this past week! Paris is always a dream, but this trip feels extra special. You know why? Because it was a train journey! The EuroStar, that majestic machine of smooth, fast travel, whisked me through the Channel Tunnel in a flash, and I got to twirl the whole way there in my pink tulle, obviously!
Let's just take a minute to appreciate that pink is everywhere this Autumn, just like my favourite colour should be! From the delicate pink rosebuds adorning the window boxes, to the dusky pink shades in the Parisian boutiques, pink is truly having a moment. This colour is practically a Parisian tradition, don't you think?
Speaking of boutiques, oh my goodness, the shopping in Paris is a sensory explosion. Think intricate details, exquisite fabrics, and stunning creations. It's no wonder this city is a fashion hub. I picked up the most darling cardigan, a light and airy pink number, and a pair of ballerina shoes that would make any ballerina envious. They even have a slight pink hue, because it just can't be helped!
My days here are a whirlwind of delightful activities. Let's just say a ballet class is a necessity - the elegant movements, the soft melodies, it's truly inspiring. This city is a ballet wonderland. There's the Palais Garnier, a majestic opera house fit for royalty. I'll be sure to share more on that in my next post, but suffice it to say, its grand beauty takes my breath away. And just down the street, there's a hidden gem, a charming ballet studio. I had the pleasure of attending a masterclass yesterday. Imagine, learning ballet techniques in the city that literally invented this elegant form of dance! It was beyond delightful!
On the 4th of October, a particularly special day, I ventured to a performance. There was this delightful street dance company who filled the Parisian night with music and laughter, showcasing a captivating show of contemporary ballet techniques. Every move was a testament to the power of dance, every gesture, a story told through movement. It truly transported me to a different world. I swear, I could even hear my pink tutu rustling with excitement!
But Paris is not all ballet and fashion, although let's be honest, it's pretty darn close! It's the laughter shared over a pot of strong, aromatic coffee, it's the vibrant colours of the open markets, it's the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread from local patisseries, and it's the way the locals walk with such confidence and a touch of artistic flair. There's an undeniable je ne sais quoi that only Paris can offer.
I truly feel the city embracing me as one of its own, especially in my Pink Tutu. Every time I wear it, a stranger compliments me, telling me I bring a bit of "joie de vivre" to the streets. What a joy it is to share my passion for this beautiful city and this special garment! My hope is that everyone in the world gets to feel this Parisian magic, to embrace their own "Pink Tutu" moment and dance through life with joy!
As I sign off, the Seine River shimmers with a delicate pink hue, and the air whispers of magic. Until next week, when I'll share even more Parisian adventures with you all! Au revoir, darlings!
Love, Emma 💕www.pink-tutu.com
