This Gustave Caillebotte painting is one of my all time favorites. It shows a unglamorous side of my favorite city, but it’s still so magical. I love how you can feel the wetness. If you’re ever in Chicago, go visit this piece at the Art Institute…I could stand in front of it all day.
Aside from the absence of cars and the top hats, Paris is just the same in the rain now as it was in 1877. It’s grey and wet, but you still feel the magic of the city. Les grands boulevards are actually that grand. Dirt and cigarettes get trapped in between the cobblestone, but it’s still Paris cobblestone and it has so much history. Rainy days were some of my favorite while living there. Maybe because I was outside no matter what every day. No retreating to a couch and a TV. I walked every arrondissement in the rain. Stopped for an espresso or a book store. Crossed bridges. Went through several cheap black umbrellas. Faced fears and learned it’s lovely to be alone.
Even if it’s raining the whole time, I’d go back right away. Paris is my favorite in the fall. In the rain. Allons-y.
I’ve been talking a lot recently to people about my favorite DC coffee spots. Luckily we have some really good ones: The Coffee Bar, Dolcezza, Blind Dog Cafe, Filter, Big Bear Cafe. I’d happily spend a few hours at any of these, reading, chatting with a friend, and enjoying a great cup. But because of all this coffee talk, I also have been reminded recently of the cafés in Paris I used to visit. The ones down tiny curved streets that my friends and I would discover between classes. The ones where I learned to sip espresso and like it (and not just only because it was the cheapest option). The café near my homestay apartment that I could frequent a few times a week, pretend I’m a regular and not feel so far away from home. Ok, allons-y!
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Not only was I home sick yesterday, but also my internet wasn’t working on my laptop. What an awful combination. So while lying in bed and doing not much besides watching West Wing, napping, and drinking yellow gatorade, I was also thinking of these pretty things…
Um a cropped gold leather jacket. Hello gorgeous. I would wear you everywhere.
The perfect spring bag? I love this leather scallop edge shopper.
Seriously, the perfect black wedge. I’m obsessed with mine.
I never can have enough hot pink and I just adore this hot chip necklace.
Paris: An Inspiring Tour of the City’s Creative Heart – must get this book on my coffee table stat.
These are just a few things keeping me inspired on this cold Friday. Despite some winter blues, I’m feeling really energized recently. Good things are happening. And most of all, I’m just having a whole lot of good fun. Can a girl ask for more?
I hope you all have a great long inauguration weekend! Be sure to follow along on twitter and instagram as I wear a velvet dress (I promise it’s more glam than 80′s) to the Chef’s Ball and get up super super early for a taping of Morning Joe! Can’t wait!
Lastly, congrats to Lisa who won two tickets to the Vaccines at the 9:30 club – I’ll be in touch soon with details!
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Fall weather often gets me thinking about Paris and the semester I spent abroad there. For me that meant surviving on baguettes and cheese and trying to dress French chic on a budget. But these spreads from the October issue of Marie Claire Australia have me thinking about a different kind of Paris. One with bold colors, rich fabrics, fabulous backdrops, and over the top dresses. So…do over?