(Paul & Joe denim shirt, Goldsign high-waisted jeans, Chloe handbag, Rebecca Minkoff camera bag, RAEN sunglasses, Worth & Worth woven hat, G.H. Bass & Co. brogues, BOERA knuckle ring)
It was that one morning in Paris that I picked the first thing coming out of my overflowing suitcase. Nearing the end of our European adventures, I had shirts lying messily on the couch...jackets on the edge of the bed...socks under a chair. I ended up with a classic Paul & Joe denim shirt, and one of my go-to high wasited denim jeans. Simple, but of course, with a pop of silver metallic brogues. I was extremely excited this morning. To bring my boyfriend to one of my all time favorite spots in Paris: the romantic and breath-takingly beautiful Montmarte. He was mesmerized...and immediately called it his favorite place in Paris, and that he'd "move here in a heart beat." So worth the confusing Metro transfers. Between buying fresh cheesecake on the street corner, and plopping down to eat our take-out on the steps of an alleyway, we realized we'll always leave a part of our hearts in Pareeee. This place where you can eat your heart out and just enjoy life. I followed my GPS to the top of the La Basilique du Sacré Coeur, and it took us a completely backwards route...allowing us to explore the hidden back streets. It was an intense hike up. I was losing breath under the hot sun, feeling lucky I had on a woven hat to shade me. Looking down from the church is what it's all about. The crisp air, the sky so clear...the harp playing as you can see all of the city. We didn't want to leave Montmarte and actually found ourselves sitting by the train on a bench for an hour before leaving, waiting for a guitarist on the side of the road to begin playing. We eventually took the Metro to the Luxembourg Gardens. A magical park where kids were playing, pony-rides were taken, and where I could spend hours watching the boys toss their silver balls during endless Sunday games of Bocce. This may have been the last day of our trip...I don't really remember. But I do remember how exhausted yet happy I was. Till next time Paris.