My parisian berets in Paris
Paris. Going to Paris without a beret is like going there and not eating croissants (by the way, I guess I’ve never eaten so many in my life). Of course, it’s cliché, but it doesn’t mean that it’s bad. Especially when the thermometers are 0 degrees and the cold is freezing you to the bones.
I confess that when I was younger I had a phase where I wore (too many) berets and hats. Then I didn’t wear them for a long time and now I’m loving to wear them again. Style as anything else is made of phases.
Going to Paris without a beret is like going there and not eating croissants.
So I took two berets to Paris. A dark blue I bought for a bargain on Mango Outlet and this beige I found at Asos. I wore them a lot there and I kind of loved it how they looked in the outfits (plus they protected my ears what I really need when it’s so much cold).
Anyways, on this day we walked around the Eiffel Tower, had lunch at Café de Flore (where we saw Gigi Hadid with her sister, but it was all so fast with more than a dozen paparazzi taking pictures that I didn’t even have time to do a story to show you), went to Shakespeare and Company (bookstores are always a good idea), walked through the artists’ stalls where, instead of a painting, I bought a book by Marguerite Duras – I’m so predictable – and ended up at Le Marais for a walk.
By the way, I’m thinking about doing a post with some must go places in Paris. What do you think? Do you want me to do it?