#PinkTutuBlogParis - Saturday 2022-04-09 Exploring Paris

Bonjour from the City of Lights! The Eurostar whisked me to Paris this week, a city bursting with art, fashion, and… well, you guessed it… the Pink Tutu! Paris just feels right when you're wearing a pink tutu, especially when there are so many Parisian dancers flitting around you. It's magical, truly. ✨

My mission for this trip? To bring a bit of pink tutu joy to the City of Love! 💘

Stepping onto the Parisian train platform felt like entering a ballet. All those long, graceful lines of the buildings... they felt like steps in a ballet! Oh, how I love trains, they feel like a dance, a rush of movement taking me away to new places and experiences. The whole experience felt so magical, like I had just stepped out of a dream.

My first order of business, naturally, was to find a Parisian pink tutu shop! After a quick wander, I found the most enchanting little shop near the Latin Quarter. Imagine the smell of silk, satin, and tulle… dreamy, right? And guess what I found? A gorgeous new pink tutu, hand-crafted in the Parisian style, just for me! The kind that flows and swirls around your legs and makes you feel like you’re gliding through the air. It's the perfect pink tutu for a Parisian ballet adventure!

And speaking of adventure… guess what’s on tonight? That’s right, my dear blog readers, I’m going to the Palais Garnier! For a performance of Giselle, of course! What better way to spend my first night in Paris?

The opera house was just… well… Parisian Perfection. All gold, velvet, and chandeliers. I swear I saw the ghosts of past ballerinas swirling on the stage before the actual ballet even began. As soon as the music started, my feet were itching for the stage, it was like being sucked in, completely enchanted, just lost in the movement.

Oh, and the fashion! It’s worth saying again - the fashion. From the elaborate dresses to the dashing top hats, every detail was breathtaking. And I must say, my pink tutu held its own amidst the elegant crowd!

It was a Parisian Pink morning – my morning ritual, of course, involved breakfast with a pink latte and, naturally, a pastry! Parisian patisseries are an experience on their own! They’re like miniature fairy palaces of delicious treats.

Then I hit the pavement for some window shopping - oh my, did you know that Parisian window displays are an art form? Every single one, whether it's at a boutique or a baker, feels like a mini-exhibition, an art installation. I even found a bakery with a pink-frosted macaron creation – so pretty, it felt like a piece of jewelry!

Of course, a stroll down the Champs-Élysées would be incomplete without a stop for some stylish treats – the Parisian cafes, with their outdoor tables and lively atmosphere… where did this lovely city get its magic? I’d happily spend the day just watching the people. It’s a perfect place to spot some Pink Tutu inspiration, trust me, there are pink clothes galore.

My heart skipped a beat when I spotted a delightful antique shop overflowing with tutus! Oh, the tutus, vintage, worn and well-loved! So many colours, so many styles! My inner Pink Tutu was screaming to dive in and try them all on! Sadly, I was saving the magic for the actual Pink Tutu shop later!

Today, I’m taking a ballet class! You know me, always a dancing gal. And guess where I’m dancing? The famous Paris Opera Ballet School. It's one of those historic buildings that truly feels magical. I can almost feel the energy of famous dancers and the whispers of legendary choreographers through its grand, marble halls.

The class, taught by a real-life Parisian ballet star, was demanding yet delightful. My Pink Tutu felt so at home! The entire class, I swear, was buzzing, buzzing with an incredible energy - all of us connected, and a little bit of magical ballet stardust seemed to fall down and touch every one of us. We even got a chance to explore the theatre. Oh my word, it felt magical! I felt like I was backstage in my own fairytale, swirling and dancing through an elaborate ballet production.

For the evening, we were exploring the art world! Montmartre, the artistic heart of Paris. This city never lets you down – so many street artists creating magic. I must admit, I fell in love with a few vibrant, street art paintings featuring - you guessed it – a dancing ballerina! (Maybe in a pink tutu!?)

Now, for the coup de théâtre! The most exciting part of this trip: Today, we're going shopping in the pinkest, most fashionable place on earth! (It’s not an understatement). Yes, I'm heading straight to the grand Galerie Lafayette and its legendary department store. I could just live here!

With its glittering ceilings, the place itself is practically a masterpiece! It was all about shimmering pink dresses, and shoes that could make your dreams come true. Of course, the goal is not to just buy, but to soak up the Parisian style, let it flow through you and maybe just… buy something pretty (you knew that, right?).

I found the perfect pink beret. I felt like I stepped straight out of a 1950s movie. (But in Pink Tutu style, naturally). Then, I saw it - a Parisian designer dress made of pink feathers! It was the ultimate in Pink Tutu elegance! The dress felt light and airy, perfect for waltzing around Paris, a dream! And yes, it was a "buy it now!" moment! The perfect piece of Parisian magic to bring back home.

Paris really makes you feel elegant, doesn’t it? My pinkness seems to shimmer just a little bit brighter here.

Now, this was a secret highlight of my Parisian adventure: I had the chance to teach a ballet class in the heart of Paris. A community of local Parisians invited me to share my passion! It's like I got to experience Paris through a different lens - the connection with the local dancers! It was incredible.

In the centre of Paris, the city seemed to have its own heartbeat - its rhythm… like a waltz, maybe… The whole space, the dancers… and their willingness to embrace pink tutus, was such a powerful experience! (No, they didn't all wear pink tutus - but they were more than happy to embrace my mission to bring the world a touch of Pink Tutu.) I’ll never forget that Parisian stage.

And now, dear blog readers, it's time for my journey back to Derbyshire. This is the moment when I get on the Eurostar and take a deep breath, savouring every last Parisian moment. It's all about saying au revoir for now, and waiting to return to the City of Lights - with a fresh pink tutu or two, I’m sure!

What a trip it was! I discovered so many exciting and fun spots in Paris! The city of light just gets in your heart, and leaves you wanting to explore just a little bit more! Don’t worry, I’ll be back! Paris, we’ll be meeting again soon, and I’m planning on sharing a Pink Tutu revolution with you. Just wait till next Saturday, I’ll be sharing more Pink Tutu Paris stories! Au revoir!