Bonjour mes chères lectrices!
It's Saturday, the day my #PinkTutuBlogParis adventures land on your screens. This week I've traded the rolling hills of Derbyshire for the chic boulevards of Paris, and my oh my, it's been a whirlwind! It all began with the exhilarating journey on the Eurostar, my trusty mode of transport when crossing the Channel. Something about the smooth ride and the glimpse of the French countryside as we sped past always makes my heart sing!
Now, I know what you're thinking, dear readers: Paris and a tutu? Absolutely! Even amongst the chic Parisians, my pink tutu is a beacon of joyful whimsy. After all, isn't it all about embracing individuality? This city is bursting with it – just look at the stunning street style, the artistic displays, and the vibrant culture!
And the cherry on top? This weekend coincided with a very special performance by the Paris Opera Ballet at the Palais Garnier. You can't go to Paris and not catch a ballet performance, can you? The opulent theatre itself was breathtaking – think chandeliers, plush velvet seating, and enough gold leaf to rival Versailles! But the performance itself, a breathtaking interpretation of 'La Bayadère', left me speechless. Their technical mastery, the graceful movements, and the powerful storytelling were truly spellbinding. My own feet were tapping along under the layers of my tutu!
Speaking of my tutu, dear readers, it made a few stylish appearances in the city's most famous department stores, including Printemps and Galeries Lafayette. Those opulent shopping experiences are just something else, filled with exquisite displays and the latest Parisian fashions. Who knows, maybe a new outfit for a future performance will make its debut on my blog very soon!
After all those fancy frills, a bit of street food was in order. A freshly made crepe filled with Nutella and strawberries - what's not to love? This time, my trusty tutu stayed in the suitcase while I strolled through the bustling streets, absorbing the Parisian atmosphere. From the iconic Eiffel Tower (my personal photo op for every visit) to the quaint little cafes overflowing with laughter and chatter, this city just feels so alive and vibrant.
I must admit, it was hard to drag myself away from this Parisian playground. But with my suitcase bursting with memories and new ideas for future blog posts, I boarded the Eurostar back to Blighty, a renewed appreciation for this truly magical city nestled in my heart.
Remember, darlings, wear your tutus proudly, embrace life with joy, and remember to find those little moments of magic wherever you are. I'll be back next Saturday with another delightful Parisian escapade to share, so keep your eyes peeled on www.pink-tutu.com for more!
Until next time, Emma xx
