Oh là là! The air is filled with the sweet scent of croissants and the sound of charming French accents. Yes, my darlings, this Pink Tutu princess is back in Paris, the city that stole my heart with its cobbled streets and timeless elegance. This week, I hopped on the Eurostar from dear old Derbyshire - nothing beats a comfy journey, and the excitement of arriving in this fashion capital fills me with a skip in my step, or perhaps I should say, a pirouette!
As always, the week in Paris has been jam-packed with tutus, tiaras and titillating Parisian delights. Buckle up, darlings, for it’s about to get very pink.
Bonjour, Ballet!This week, my dancing shoes have been worn ragged! Let me tell you, a trip to Paris wouldn’t be complete without seeing a magnificent ballet. The Palais Garnier, that opulent temple to dance, welcomed me with open arms, as if it knew I was a tutu-wearing diva waiting to be dazzled. The "Sleeping Beauty" was utterly divine. Oh, to dream in a fairytale, waltzing in a sumptuous ball gown amongst those heavenly costumes - my heart fluttered. There’s something about the artistry of a ballet performance, that pure elegance, the expressive dance and dramatic costuming - it just makes my soul soar!
Speaking of ballet, have you seen the stunning ballet outfits adorning the shop windows of Paris? It’s a vision! The colour, the tulle, the sheer brilliance of the garments… if only I had more luggage! Imagine, darling, my pink tutu collection could have easily doubled!
Fashion Feast!And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for - the Parisian fashion feast! I’m positively buzzing from exploring the chic boutiques of the Marais, indulging in a spot of window shopping with my trusty friend, the Instagram. Every turn offered an irresistible temptation, the vibrant colours, playful textures, the irresistible designs... I found myself swept up in the world of Parisian elegance!
Let’s talk colour, because Paris knows how to embrace the beautiful! The delicate pink blooms on the Champs-Élysées, the pastel shades that grace the boutique displays… every corner was a canvas for pastel-perfect tones. And oh, darling, don’t get me started on the shops brimming with beautiful dresses. You simply must come to Paris to experience the beauty of French design for yourself, especially if you’re a pink tutu fanatic like me.
And wouldn't you know it, darling, on this very day, May 28th, there is an afternoon fashion show in the gardens of the Palais Royal. A pink tutu is simply a must, wouldn't you agree?
A Parisian Picnic!There is nothing better, on a bright Parisian morning, than a delicious Parisian picnic, a moment of bliss to take in the surrounding charm and soak in the magic of Paris! Imagine it, darling, a gingham tablecloth laid out amongst the blooming blossoms, the scent of freshly baked bread, a crisp baguette drizzled with the most delectable cheeses. A baguette is simply an extension of my arms in Paris. The streets are alive with cafes and brasseries - the croissants are almost calling my name. A morning of indulgence followed by a promenade through the cobblestone streets of the Latin Quarter. You simply must try it.
What would a trip to Paris be without a stop at the Eiffel Tower? I stood there gazing up at that majestic lady of iron, surrounded by tourists and dreamers, and I couldn't help but be reminded of the magic this city holds.
Train Tracks and Tutu DreamsNow, let's talk trains, darling, because train travel, to me, is the ultimate romantic way to explore the world. Stepping out of the Eurostar with that familiar French breeze swirling through my hair, I feel a sense of exhilaration like no other! The speed, the comfortable journey, and the chance to sit back and daydream about all the adventures awaiting in the charming cafes and boutiques... well, what's not to love?
And of course, the real star of my Parisian adventure is the tutu. My pink tutu, darling, my symbol of elegance and fun, my unwavering declaration that life is too short for anything but pink! As I swirl through the Parisian streets, every twirl seems a tiny ballerina ballet performance in its own right.
Paris, oh Paris! This city has once again spun me a tale of charm, style, and pure enchantment. And for that, I must thank the pink tutu and the magical journey that brought me here. I simply cannot wait to share the rest of my adventures with you next week. Stay tuned, darling!
Until then, wear pink, twirl your worries away and may your heart always be filled with the love of dance and the sparkle of Paris!
With love and twirls, Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
