A Paris getaway, no matter the season, is for me, the most non-thinking sort of trip to pack for. The Parisian uniform of unadorned black, occasional white, tailored denim, and more black, pretty much sums up my London closet.
Helpful Hint: Neither would anyone in his/her right mind comb the streets of Paris, without a scarf wrapped around his/her neck.
On our recent trip, I wore my travel uniform of jeans, white blouse, black cardigan, belted black coat, scarf and boots made for walking. I wore my hair, messy.
I packed my pjs, and my faithful, dependable black dress.
Something I’ve learnt from French women- although there is a tendency towards very quiet, understated, at times even masculine/tomboy-ish style, the female form is nevertheless enjoyed. Sexy however, is not brash and boobs in Paris. Sexy is insouciant.
Helpful Hint: You will need insouciance and a little black dress to score a table at the more popular watering holes, especially if you arrive, without a reservation.
St Germain is dotted with little boutiques offering insouciance.
At Maje, I picked up a black dress and a white top.
As mentioned in previous posts- I like traveling as incognito as possible because I want to keep safe. We left Paris a few hours after the bombing in Brussels. I have never felt especially thankful for looking as “local” as I did then.
Messy hair, white blouse, denim, boots, black coat-
check, check, check, check, check.
But most important of all? Mon chien.
Ah. Une Parisienne et son chien pour le week-end.
For readers wondering what Bruno wears if he needs to be clothed?
Monsieur Bruno wears, black.