Oh là là! The EuroStar journey whizzed by in a flurry of buttery croissants and French chatter – I simply cannot get enough of the romance of train travel. I’m in Paris, darlings! The city of love, fashion, and oh, let’s not forget the ballet.
It’s a balmy Saturday afternoon and I've already ticked a few things off my Parisian to-do list: I’ve had my fill of macarons at Ladurée, marvelled at the majestic Eiffel Tower (twirling in my pink tutu, naturally), and strolled down the Champs-Élysées in my new Breton top and denim jacket, which I simply had to snag from a quaint boutique.
It’s a whirlwind of sights and sounds, this city, but I’m already feeling at home. There’s something truly magical about the Parisian air – a mix of joie de vivre, chicness, and that indefinable je ne sais quoi.
And speaking of magic, let's talk about ballet! As soon as I arrived, I popped into a tiny little dance studio nestled amongst the cobbled streets of Montmartre. I felt a sense of familiarity the second I walked through the door, as if it was calling out to my inner ballerina soul. I had a truly inspiring lesson, and the best part? My instructor gave me a cheeky little wink when she saw my pink tutu!
Paris is an absolute haven for ballerinas. I've got my eye on several spectacular ballet performances during my stay – can’t wait to share the details in my next post! (Perhaps even a picture or two of my new, impossibly glamorous ballet shoes?).
But tonight, I’m indulging in a truly Parisian experience: dinner at a little bistro tucked away in the Latin Quarter. They have the most adorable checkered tablecloths, oh-so-romantic candlelight, and I hear their crème brûlée is to die for! (Don’t tell the boys at the studio - a girl's gotta indulge, right?)
The weekend’s just begun, and my Paris adventures are only just starting. Stay tuned for a fashion report, tips for finding the perfect pink tutu (naturally!), and the story of how I accidentally got swept up in a Parisian street performance.
In the meantime, remember: if you can dream it, you can wear a pink tutu. Bon week-end, darlings!
A glimpse into the Pink Tutu Paris adventure so far...Saturday 27th June 2009:
*Fashion: *
- Breakfast at Ladurée: A macaron symphony of pink and pistachio. (My tutus match!)
- Strolling along the Champs-Élysées in my new Breton top - so chic!
- Snagged a gorgeous pair of sparkly ballet shoes. You’ll have to wait to see the details…
Ballet:
- Had the most inspiring ballet lesson at a charming little studio in Montmartre. My tutu brought smiles all round.
- Spotted a street performance in a cobbled square. Let’s just say a certain pink tutu got noticed…
- Planning to see a spectacular show at the Palais Garnier next week! I’ll give you a behind-the-scenes peek.
Food:
- Macarons at Ladurée - absolute perfection! My ultimate Paris indulgence.
- Planning on dinner at a romantic little bistro in the Latin Quarter, oh la la!
- A croissant on the Eurostar is *the perfect way to start a Parisian adventure.*
Extra Special Notes:
- Found the most beautiful vintage shop near the Louvre! My inner ballerina shopper was ecstatic.
- Feeling so lucky to be here. It's like I'm in a beautiful dream….
This city is alive with possibility, darlings! Stay tuned for more Parisian fun on the Pink Tutu blog, coming to www.pink-tutu.com next Saturday. Au revoir for now, and remember… a pink tutu goes everywhere!
XOXO, Emma.
