Bonjour, my darlings! Emma here, back from a whirlwind weekend in the City of Lights, and let me tell you, Paris has never looked so good, especially when seen through a pink tutu! 😉
This week, I traded in my trusty Derbyshire train for the glamour of the Eurostar. After a quick bite at the station's charming boulangerie (can you believe they had croissants the size of my head?), I was whisked away to the Gare du Nord, the heartbeat of Paris, where I could practically smell the Parisian magic in the air.
First stop - a tutu-worthy twirl down the Champs-Élysées! Of course, it wouldn't be a Parisian adventure without some shopping, so I snagged the most adorable beret from a little boutique tucked away down a side street. It's pink, naturally, and features the cutest little ballerina figurine as a charm. Now, I have to admit, I might have also indulged in a couple of pairs of ballet flats and a pink-striped top that's just begging for a photoshoot in front of the Eiffel Tower... Oops? 🙈
Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, it was breathtakingly beautiful as always, but this time it felt even more magical. There's something about Paris that just makes everything seem more beautiful, even the pigeons (though, let's be honest, those fluffy little fellows could use a good scrub of the blush pink shade!). The wind practically swirled my tutu around me as I gazed at the sparkling lights of the city.
And the best part? I got to watch a truly inspiring ballet performance at the Palais Garnier! I mean, the grand old Opera House itself is like a dream, all grand staircases and glittering chandeliers, but the show itself was just mesmerising. Watching those graceful dancers pirouette across the stage, dressed in their magnificent costumes, was truly inspiring. I felt every emotion with them, every beat of the music, and my own pink tutu seemed to be swaying along with them. It was truly a moment of pure joy! 💖🩰
And speaking of joy, Saturday night was all about the fabulous fashion of the Parisian street. From the chic Parisians in their timeless looks to the artists and creatives showing off their bold, individual style, there's a unique sense of glamour in the air. It truly felt like the fashion capital of the world, with every corner a canvas for style inspiration. I felt like a little princess in my tutu, walking through a land of beautiful possibilities!
So, that's Paris in a nutshell for this week. It was filled with Parisian charm, pink prettiness, and all the magic that only a ballet-loving, tutu-wearing gal like myself could appreciate. 😉
Stay tuned for next week's Paris blog! Who knows what Parisian delights are in store for us then?
Until then, remember to live your best, twirlingest life, and don't be afraid to embrace a little bit of pink magic! 💖
**Much love,
Emma**
P.S. Have you guys ever seen anything prettier than a ballerina twirling in a pink tutu against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know your thoughts and what your favourite Parisian memory is in the comments below! 💖
