Bonjour from the City of Lights! As you know, I've been dreaming of coming to Paris for as long as I can remember. And now here I am, twirling through the cobblestone streets, soaking up the romance, and, of course, searching for the perfect Parisian pink tutu.
Today's adventure began bright and early with a steaming cup of French coffee and a croissant that was truly divine. From there, I headed straight for the Gare du Nord, my heart beating like a flamenco dancer's castanets. The French love their trains, and the air hummed with anticipation as we chugged our way towards the city centre. I'd even caught the eye of a handsome gentleman who was definitely impressed with my travel tutu - it's a vintage beauty with delicate lace and a cloud of tulle. (Of course, I can't resist a good travel tutu. I think it's just a ballerina thing!)
Once in Paris, I knew I had to see the Eiffel Tower. Its silhouette against the sky was truly awe-inspiring, a masterpiece of iron and dreams. It's amazing how one man could dream up such a glorious piece of art. It made me think about all the grand dreams and plans swirling in my own head. Maybe I could design a tower myself... a magnificent tutu tower made of glittering fabric, reaching high above the clouds!
But Parisian ballet, of course, was the true highlight of the day. The Opéra Garnier is a building straight out of a fairytale. Imagine gold and marble and enough crystal chandeliers to make a ballerina blush! The ballet itself was captivating - I'm still buzzing from the graceful movements and the sheer power of the performance. There's something about ballet that can really move you. It's more than just steps; it's storytelling through the body. It's about dreams, emotions, and the human experience. After the performance, I bumped into some fellow ballet enthusiasts in the foyer. One girl even told me she'd started taking classes after seeing a ballerina wearing a pink tutu, much like myself! This is the exact effect I'm hoping for! Everyone should experience the joy of a twirl in a pink tutu - and the power of ballet to lift the soul.
Speaking of lifting the soul, there's no better way to experience Paris than on horseback. So tomorrow, I'm planning to ride through the Bois de Boulogne, breathing in the crisp air and admiring the serene scenery. Who knows what I'll discover amongst the trees! Maybe even a little Parisian squirrel in a tiny pink tutu. One can dream, can't one?
I've been trying to keep up with my daily stretches and plie practice, of course! But there's just so much to do here. My schedule is jam-packed with visits to museums, fashion shows (with some delightful pink surprises I can't wait to tell you about!), and, of course, some fantastic Parisian bakeries! And if I'm lucky, I'll have enough time to squeeze in some more ballet lessons. After all, a ballet dancer can't stay away from the studio for too long.
So keep your eyes on www.pink-tutu.com! There are more Parisian adventures to come - with pink, of course, always at the heart of it all!
A bientôt,
Emma x
