Paris Part 1

I am sure you are all watching the NYFW, I have to admit I love how little colour there was in the collections shown so far. Everything was rather muted or monochrome, refined, calm, structured - quite a relief after few seasons of colour blocking. I particularly loved Philip Lim and Altuzarra.
As for Paris I arrived last Monday morning: cold, grey and dreary Paris seemed busy and indifferent towards me. Paris is not a morning city. At 9am businesses were just opening up their doors and people didn't look too happy. I had three hours before my work meeting, so I decided to explore. I walked from Neuilly, where my hotel was, to Avenue des Ternes, I was searching for the Paris from the movies and the postcards, but it's as if the city was hiding from me behind the cold.

Unimpressed and frozen I decided to head towards the one place I thought would cheer me up the Laduree off the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. There was just one thing on my mind: a hot chocolate. Dark, devilish, creamy and delicious, it came in a silver pot and was so thick you could almost eat it with a spoon. The cafe was filling up with couples, business people and tourists. The vintage chairs, smokey windows, my cup of hot chocolate; it just felt right, I finally found my Paris.

I ran out of Laduree and walked down the shiny and beautiful Faubourg Saint-Honoré. Everything from the window sills, to the cracks on the walls, to the small flower pots and the window displays was beautiful. (Sorry for the cheese, but annoyingly Paris just puts this silly spell on you).
It was time to rush over to my lunch meeting.
Back from lunch in the hotel I changed again and walked out for another 2 hours trying to get the most before my departure to Geneva. I walked the same streets I walked in the morning, yet that which seemed foreign had somehow become familiar. The city stopped treating me as a stranger.
Twilight has changed everything and I just dissolved into the streets: walking past Arc De Triomphe, into the Celine store with the amazing mint box bag, through Champs Elysse, pass a beautiful Parisian with an amazing cream hat, I wanted to take in every second, but time just disappeared.
I was back in a taxi again, on the way to take my train to Geneva.

P.S. I started a graphic design and photoshop course yesterday, 6 hours a week for 2 months super excited and cannot wait to start playing with my photos :)