Bonjour, my darlings!
Emma here, your resident pink-tutu-wearing ballet enthusiast, ready to whisk you away on another enchanting adventure. Today, we're hopping across the Channel, trading the rolling hills of Derbyshire for the cobbled streets of Paris, the city of love...and tutus, naturally!
This trip is extra special. I've been aching to visit the Palais Garnier, the breathtaking opera house that inspired the iconic musical 'Phantom of the Opera'. To finally be here, gazing at its ornate façade, feels like stepping into a fairytale. The air practically vibrates with the ghosts of ballerinas past, their pirouettes echoing in my soul.
Speaking of pirouettes, I just had the most incredible class at the Paris Opera Ballet School. It was challenging, exhilarating, and utterly inspiring. These ballerinas, with their precision, their grace, and their boundless energy, left me in awe. And oh, the tutus! They were like clouds of gossamer, each a delicate masterpiece of craftsmanship. My heart skipped a beat every time one of these glorious creations swept across the studio floor.
After my ballet immersion, I felt a pang for nature. The city was a symphony of sights and sounds, but I craved a breath of fresh air, the gentle whisper of the wind rustling through leaves. A spontaneous journey, powered by my trusty steed, a sleek white horse named Snowflake, took me out to the rolling meadows of the countryside. It was there, surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of wildflowers, that I truly felt at peace.
But back to Paris! No Parisian trip is complete without a visit to the Eiffel Tower, a testament to human ingenuity and an architectural marvel. As I ascended the wrought-iron steps, I couldn't help but admire the sprawling city spread out beneath me. It was truly magical!
But you know me, always a touch dramatic! What would a trip to the city of lights be without a whimsical touch? Of course, I made sure to pose in my pink tutu for some Instagram-worthy shots against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower. Pink against the iconic black structure, a burst of colour in the grey city - it felt completely magical!
I even found the perfect pink macaron in a quaint patisserie on the Champs-Élysées, the colour perfectly complementing my ensemble. It was, of course, an excuse to capture a "pinktastic" selfie!
Now, let's talk fashion! Paris, oh darling Paris, never disappoints in this department. My favourite Parisian fashionista must be Coco Chanel, who, if you can believe it, lived on the same street as me here! She redefined feminine style and showed us that women can be elegant, empowered, and effortlessly chic, and well, her aesthetic is not that far removed from a good ballerina. The French fashion aesthetic, with its elegance and playful touch, really speaks to me. The colour, the structure, the silhouette – it's like a dance on its own, a harmonious expression of femininity and confidence.
On this journey, I learned so much about the beauty of art, nature, and, of course, ballet. This trip was a beautiful reminder to never stop exploring, dreaming, and twirling your way through life! And always, my loves, remember: Life is best lived with a touch of pink, and a tutu is the perfect accessory for any adventure.
Until next time, darlings,
With love,
Emma xoxo
P.S. Don't forget to check out www.pink-tutu.com for daily dose of ballet bliss and a little dose of pink!
