Bonjour, my darlings!
This week, your favourite pink tutu-clad blogger has landed in the most magical city on Earth - Paris! It’s finally happening, after months of dreaming and planning, I'm stepping into the world of Parisian chic and elegance. As I type this, my sparkly pink tutu is already twirling in anticipation, ready to grace the streets of this incredible city.
I must say, getting here was half the adventure. I’m quite partial to the Eurostar, you know - it's such a grand way to arrive, with those grand, sweeping views and the gentle rumble of the tracks as you race through the English countryside. I had the perfect outfit for the journey - a raspberry-coloured, slightly distressed, leather jacket, a shimmering emerald green jumper that added a touch of Parisian flair, and my trusty pink tulle skirt (a classic choice for a stylish and comfy travel companion).
Speaking of stylish and comfy, have you seen my little Louis Vuitton travel case? It's pink, naturally, and it houses everything a tutu-loving blogger needs for a weekend in the city of romance: ballet flats, a pink cashmere shawl (a little touch of French flair, wouldn’t you agree?), my trusty mirror (for touch-ups on the go), and a plethora of other pink essentials.
Anyway, enough about the journey. Let me fill you in on my whirlwind weekend!
Day 1: A Ballerina's DelightI woke up feeling utterly enchanted by Paris, the fresh morning air buzzing with the energy of the city. I’d booked a little room right by the Gare du Nord - the perfect starting point to begin exploring the city's magic.
My first stop, of course, was a delicious croissant, with a little cafe au lait. Oh my goodness, those croissants - I just have to say, they truly live up to the hype!
After breakfast, I made a bee-line for the Opèra Garnier. Can you even believe I got to see a performance of "La Bayadère" by the Paris Opera Ballet?! The set design was breathtaking - oh, those opulent colours, and the majestic costumes! It was as though the dancers were twirling through a gilded dream, and my pink tutu just couldn't resist joining in on the ethereal atmosphere!
The sheer magic of ballet took me on a whirlwind of emotion - tears of joy, wonder, and awe filled me. The beauty of it all! Every turn, every graceful leap, every note - pure magic. You’ve never truly experienced joy until you’ve seen a ballet in Paris. I couldn’t help but picture myself on that grand stage, my pink tutu swirling around me. I felt a powerful spark of inspiration – a vision for my next performance piece – just like that!
The performance ended, and I floated through the city in a dreamy daze. The atmosphere in Paris is so intoxicating - it’s a little slice of romance sprinkled with a generous dose of sophistication and effortless elegance.
I stopped by a charming little bookshop near my hotel, tucked away in a side street, and bought myself a beautiful new journal (with a lovely pink floral pattern!). And that night? Well, a beautiful Parisian dinner at a small bistro was in order - I opted for a decadent salmon tartare followed by the most scrumptious tarte aux fraises (the strawberries were so fresh!).
I tucked into bed that night, a big smile on my face and a whole lot of memories swirling in my head. Paris truly does inspire.
Day 2: Shopping Spree and a Dose of GlamourSaturday, the heart of Paris! Today was for exploring and shopping, of course. The weather was gorgeous - crisp air with a touch of sun and a little Parisian charm. It was the perfect day for a wander.
My pink tutu swished through the iconic streets of Paris - it looked pretty fab, believe me, and, of course, I was a real eye-catcher!
The first stop was, naturally, the Champs-Élysées. Oh, how utterly charming - from the cafes and brasseries to the grand avenues lined with Parisian boutiques.
Then, I took a delightful detour down rue de Rennes – the haven for the most elegant fashion boutiques! Oh, how I adore all the little fashion houses, each showcasing their exquisite pieces. My mind went into overdrive, imagining myself strutting the Parisian streets in their exquisite designs, but the heart of this Parisian princess is so easily captivated! And let's be honest, you can't have a Parisian fashion tour without taking a peek at the infamous Galeries Lafayette. It's just as magnificent and decadent as you'd imagine - sparkling chandeliers, grand staircases, and, most importantly, an endless array of luxurious boutiques. I confess, I even snagged myself a beautiful pink floral scarf. The scent alone is heavenly.
But my fashion frenzy wasn't over! My second stop was rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. What a wonderful place to wander around in! Oh, the boutiques and stores lining this beautiful street - exquisite displays in a captivating whirlwind of designer clothes and jewels. But even though I was tempted, I've a limit to what even my very generous ballerina savings can afford.
My day wrapped up with a stunningly chic afternoon tea - dainty finger sandwiches, perfectly cut pastries, and of course, tea - a delicious, rich blend that even Queen Victoria would have been envious of. All, of course, accompanied by a delicious little éclair (because, yes, you can never have enough pink-inspired goodies).
Feeling oh so Parisian, I spent the evening enjoying the lights of the city from the Eiffel Tower, basking in the shimmering glow and savouring every bite of the decadent crepe (chocolate, of course!) that I enjoyed on the terrace. Oh, how magical the City of Lights truly is.
Day 3: Ballet Ballet, Oh La La!On my last day, I wanted something truly special. What better than another ballet show, right? And that is exactly what I did. This time, I ventured out to the smaller, intimate stage of the Théatre du Châtelet. The show was a unique interpretation of "La Sylphide," so beautiful and enchanting.
With a skip and a twirl, I made my way back to the Gare du Nord that afternoon - the whistle of the Eurostar train sounding like the starting cue to another, equally grand adventure. I boarded the train, carrying with me a little piece of Paris in my heart - the magic of the city will stay with me forever, alongside the inspiration it sparked in me for my next ballerina piece.
As always, my dear readers, you must never forget the power of a pink tutu. It is, as they say, "the key to opening your heart to the beauty and magic of life," and perhaps, also, the key to inspiring you to embark on your own exciting adventure. Now, off to pack for the next exciting escapade! I will, of course, be documenting every step of my journey – see you all next week, for a new dose of pink tutu glamour!
