Bonjour, mes chéries! It’s your favourite pink tutu-clad blogger, Emma, back from a whirlwind trip to Paris! Yes, this week’s post comes straight from the heart of the City of Lights, with all the fashion, ballet and, of course, pink tutus you could ever wish for.
Paris has always been my dream destination. The city of romance, art, fashion… it just oozes that sophisticated, feminine charm. So naturally, I knew it was only a matter of time before I set foot on the cobblestone streets of the City of Lights and shared my experience with you all.
This week, I took the Eurostar from my quaint hometown in Derbyshire to Paris, with my trusty pink tutu tucked neatly in my carry-on (because, let's be honest, a girl can never be too prepared!). The train journey was pure bliss - gliding through the countryside, I had the time to reflect on my Parisian adventure ahead and plan all the fun I would have in this most enchanting city.
As I stepped off the Eurostar and onto the Parisian platform, my senses were flooded with excitement! The energy in the air was palpable, with a buzz of conversation and the soft clinking of café glasses. It was like being transported to another world, a world brimming with charm and possibilities.
I checked into my charming little hotel (can you guess what colour the room was?!) and went straight out to explore. My first stop was, naturally, the Musée Rodin, a haven for sculptures, beauty, and artistic inspiration. It was here that I felt truly immersed in the cultural heart of Paris, where the artistry and the history were so tangible, you could almost reach out and touch them.
After admiring the timeless grace of Rodin's masterpieces, I wandered into a charming little bakery where I sampled some of the most delicious macarons I’ve ever had. They were so perfectly formed, each delicate bite dissolving into a cloud of flavour. As I sat there, with a macaron in hand, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the scene - Parisians flitting by, a young couple sharing a warm embrace, the sun sparkling off the street below. I knew in that moment that I had arrived at the heart of magic.
My trip to Paris wasn’t solely about experiencing the art and the architecture, it was about the energy. It was about that certain Parisian chic, about the flair and the confidence that oozes out of the Parisian woman. So, where better to immerse myself in this feeling than in a ballet class!
I’ve always loved taking ballet classes whenever I’m on holiday – it’s a fantastic way to unwind after a day of exploring, and I love the way it makes me feel connected to the city, to the rhythm and grace of the place. So, on Friday, I popped into a ballet studio in the chic Montmartre area, ready to learn from the French ballerinas! And let me tell you, their elegance is quite something! The way they glided across the floor with a soft lightness – it was pure inspiration. I definitely left the studio feeling energised, inspired, and more than a little bit ready to channel my inner French ballerina!
The city came alive on Friday night! I took a stroll down the Champs-Élysées, its famous avenue glittering with the twinkle of street lights. Then it was on to a truly breathtaking show – "Giselle" at the Opera Garnier. I couldn’t believe how exquisite the costumes were, with their shimmering fabric and intricate detailing, a symphony of colour and craftsmanship.
But the real stars of the night were the dancers! They moved with such breathtaking precision and emotional power, that the whole room seemed to hold its breath. It was a magical performance, leaving me mesmerised and filled with awe. And it goes without saying that I was completely enchanted by the sheer spectacle of the theatre itself, with its gilded interiors and breathtaking architectural grandeur.
As a ballerina at heart, you can't talk about Paris without mentioning their incredible shoe culture. So, on Saturday, my mission was to explore the Parisian shoe scene! Now, you all know that I have a particular weakness for elegant shoes (I’m always searching for the perfect pair of pointe shoes!), and I have to admit that Paris definitely delivers on that front!
I spent a wonderful afternoon in a beautiful little boutique in the Marais district. It was overflowing with delicate lace, shimmering fabrics and, yes, even the perfect pink pumps! It felt like I had stepped into a Parisian fairytale! I knew the minute I saw those delicate pink shoes that I had to have them. The moment I slipped them on, it was like they were designed specifically for me, perfectly matching the pink tutus I packed. I imagined them being twirled on the dance floor of some Parisian salon! The shoes are an ode to the classic, a testament to Parisian chic and timeless femininity. I couldn’t resist picking them up - a wonderful souvenir from my Parisian escapade!
Oh, but wait, my Paris adventure wouldn't be complete without the quintessential Parisian shopping spree. This weekend, I’ve been searching for that quintessential French charm and finding so many beautiful, elegant pieces to add to my wardrobe. Think flowing silks, delicate lace and beautiful knitwear – all in a palette of elegant neutrals and of course, some dazzling pinks.
And, for all of you ballet enthusiasts out there, you HAVE to visit the Musée de la Musique. It's an absolute dream for any dancer. You'll find historical instruments, incredible costumes, and an exhibition that really brings ballet's history to life. It truly inspires you to keep moving, keep dreaming, and of course, to keep dancing!
This Parisian adventure has been so wonderful. I have found inspiration around every corner, and the pink tutus have made it all the more special! But that’s not all. Every little detail, from the aroma of the bakeries to the romance of the streetlights, made this trip utterly magical.
Until next Saturday, mes chéries, au revoir!
With all my love and pink tutus,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
