Bon soir, my dear readers! This time I am greeting you from Paris. And this post is all about Paris shopping rituals. As a fashion capital, it has much to offer to anyone. During my last visit, I was experiencing Rue Cambon magic and visiting Chanel Apartment on Rue Cambon, 31. I always make a reading and researching the place’s history, that way I am able to see way more than just walls. And this time we got too deep into the boiling atmosphere of modern Champs Elysees and one of the most luxurious streets – Avenue Montaigne. The thing I love about Paris is that any shopping quarter has a completely different face – exteriors and interiors, but the original signature of the store still remains inviolable.
So with the sounds of La Vie En Rose, I have unleashed my inner shopaholic and targeted Maison Dior. My first choice was Black J’Adior flap bag, but once we entered and I saw the one in white, it was hard to resist. I admit, I did hesitate, however, I was trying to convince myself that buying two black bags is leading nowhere, and my Chanel bag is also in black and so on… So in the end, I ended up with the White one. I am completely in love with it, but my only concern is to keep it WHITE! At the end of the day, the investment like this requires to keep treating it with an appropriate respect.
One hour passed as in a minute and I was leaving the store with a huge white Dior packaging. And from that very moment, I felt I belong to that “Movement” on the street. You know what I am talking about – couples and singles with numerous shopping bags from Gucci, Chanel, Celine and other brands, passing from one boutique to another, entering and leaving with an additional finding. Some of them just arrived, some looks already tired, seating in the corner Gucci store, with several shopping bags, having a glass of champagne and overviewing the models under the care of sale assistants. I can guess, many of you can tell this is quite a materialistic view, but don’t deny – this belongs to the life we live, and some of us choose to live this life and be tempted by the look of the showcases and the smell of the French perfumes. And it’s not a bad life to live…
So we visited the stores, waited the lines, had a “one glass of champagne” every time. We got to the Gucci store and my husband once more joined other bored waiting husbands, lovers or fathers in the sitting area, when I waited for the sales assistant, overviewing the bags and accessories. It was kinda busy in the stores that day, even though it was Sunday afternoon. But probably for the city like Paris, it doesn’t really matter which day it is – with the offer comes the buyer. By the moment I was on the line, I already had an idea of what I wanted – yeah, yeah… another Gucci Marmont velvet bag. The choice was between the black and the blue one – and it wouldn’t be me if I would choose any but black. I didn’t buy a black Dior, that’s why I HAD to own a black Marmont. The funny thing, there was almost none of them left in the store – Madame had to go up to the storage rooms. And lucky me – I bought the last one! My husband with a huge relief that the Shopping Day is over pulled out the wallet and we left the store, as many of others, carrying shopping bags and looking forward to having a cup of coffee at Ladurée.
After the day like this, full of happiness and experiences, long and hot tiring day, it was a pleasure to go back to our conditioned Apartament at the Hotel Splendid Etoile. With the view of the both Arc de Triumphe and Tour Eiffel, and the sound of Petite Fleur from French Cafe Lounge playlist on Spotify, leaning to the balcony with a glass of red semi-sweet, watching people slowly leaving the stores, street cafes filling up with the tourists and Parisians, which, same as me, quietly watching the city meet its nightlife.
Bonne nuit, Paris, tomorrow we will meet again.
Shot at Hotel Splendid Etoile Paris