Oh la la! Bonjour, mes amours! Pink Tutu Sparkles here, and guess what? Your favourite pink-clad, tutu-loving queen is finally in Paris! The City of Lights, the home of haute couture, and most importantly, the birthplace of ballet! I’ve always wanted to come here, and honestly, darling, this trip is everything I dreamed of and more!
First off, the train journey from Derbyshire was pure magic. Imagine, the gentle sway of the train as it cuts through the countryside, the delicious scent of croissants drifting through the carriage (thanks to a kindly old French lady with a giant basket!), and the sound of birdsong mingling with the rumble of the wheels – a truly idyllic scene! And of course, I wasn’t going to let a chance to dress up for the journey pass me by. Pink beret, matching pink-sequinned cardigan (which, by the way, caused quite a stir at Euston!), a hot pink sequined bag big enough for my emergency ballet shoes (you never know!), and naturally, my trusty pink tulle tutu! Oh, I must have made at least half a dozen new friends just by rocking the tutu in the train carriage – everyone seemed absolutely thrilled to chat. There really is something about pink that attracts positive vibes, you know!
Upon arriving in Paris, the magic simply intensified. The Gare du Nord, bursting with Parisian charm, a flurry of taxis, and people in their chicest outfits… truly, darlings, it felt like a dream. My hotel is right in the centre of town, darling, overlooking the most picturesque park – seriously, just imagine sprawling lawns with cascading roses, ancient trees draped in sunshine, and a glistening fountain with little cherubs frolicking around! I feel like I’ve stepped out of a fairytale!
Naturally, the first thing on my Paris itinerary was to check out the iconic ballet theatre, the Opéra Garnier. Oh, it’s so breathtakingly beautiful! The plush red velvet seats, the grand chandelier hanging majestically from the ceiling, the ornate golden detailing - simply stunning. I got a little misty-eyed, I have to confess!
Now, I must tell you about the fabulous shop I found – truly, the most fabulous dress shop in all of Paris. And the name? The Pink Flamingo Emporium! Can you even believe it? A whole shop dedicated to fabulous, pink-hued, utterly delightful, showstopping, show-stopping fashion, darling! Think feathers, sequins, tulle galore, with the most glamorous mannequins sporting outfits that are practically screaming, "Pick me, pick me!".
Naturally, I couldn't resist purchasing a few delightful additions to my wardrobe, and let's just say it was a shopping spree to remember. The cashier was simply a vision in pink – she had this fabulously bouffant blonde hairstyle and her eyeshadow was in all shades of magenta and fuschia. It was truly a Parisian fairyland!
Today I even tried my luck at a ‘Flash Mob’ audition for a street performance in front of the Eiffel Tower, with a dazzling troupe of dancers decked out in shimmery pink costumes – talk about a challenge, darlings! There were all kinds of routines, including some very fancy footwork I never learnt in ballet class! I just wanted to nail it, but sadly, they only picked a few. Sigh. Oh, but I met some wonderful fellow pink enthusiasts! The energy, the enthusiasm – absolutely electric, darlings!
I must also mention the sheer delight of taking a stroll around Paris in my fabulous tutu. People are so friendly here – and so curious, too! Everywhere I went, someone wanted to take a picture with me or have a little chat. Seriously, there was a group of little girls giggling and pointing, then a young boy high-fived me and called me a ‘sparkling princess’! And honestly, there was this older couple, both dressed to the nines, who just seemed to be absolutely charmed. They reminded me of my grandparents, you know, just two little lovebirds looking cute! I love the Parisian attitude towards everything. People are just happy to live in the moment, they’re so appreciative of the little things, and so excited by something a little different.
But oh my word, the absolute highlight of my trip was a private ballet class in this lovely little studio off a cobbled street, you know, the kind that has little fairy lights strung up above it! My teacher, a charming young man called Jean-Claude (so dapper! He had this amazing white silk cravat and a tiny, exquisitely tied pink ribbon on his lapel!), had a real passion for ballet and I swear I could just about hear him humming to himself through the graceful steps. Honestly, the class was just magical. The way the sun streamed in through the window, the gentle thud of the ballet shoes, the smell of pine needles wafting in – it felt like I’d been transported to another world! Jean-Claude taught me so much. It felt amazing, a kind of awakening of my inner graceful ballerina! He showed me this technique that lets you spin with the most beautiful grace.
And darling, you won't believe the cake! The cafe I stumbled upon serves this exquisite pink-tinted dessert, filled with raspberry cream and rosewater-scented frosting. Honestly, every mouthful felt like a little dream, every bite of sweet delight! The server even topped it off with a sprinkle of edible pink glitter – talk about Parisian luxury!
Right, well darlings, it’s getting late. And you know, this amazing, pink tutu-loving queen has to get her beauty sleep! I can’t wait to show you some of the outfits I bought at the Pink Flamingo Emporium in my next post – some truly extraordinary, unforgettable, pink and fabulous designs that are bound to leave you speechless! And don’t forget to join me tomorrow, darlings! We’re going to visit a charming little bakery where I’m learning how to make Parisian macarons, and let me tell you, those macarons have some serious pink potential! Au revoir, darlings!
