Paris surprises you. Yes, I said “her,” even though I know that in French the word “Paris” is masculine, as in le tout Paris, n’est-ce pas? But, for me, Paris is a woman.
She is a woman who wraps herself in her own style, a style she has developed and perfected over the centuries, a style that promises more than it gives. Paris knows exactly who she is and what she wants, but she will never tell you; you must figure it out on your own, and that’s why you will never tire of her, because……….
Just when you think you have her figured out, you haven’t.
Paris in the Rain by Christophe Jacrot
I thought I knew the rainy skies and chilly mornings of April in Paris, but she surprised me.
Portrait of Nancy Cunard by Barbara Ker Seymer
Or, perhaps, it was just the sun in my eyes. The light in Paris on a sunny day is truly dazzling. Skyscrapers in New York block out the light even on the sunniest of days, but in Paris, with its building height limit of 160 feet in the central area of the City, the sunlight floods everything from the grands boulevards to the tiniest rues and ruelles.
And so, although I had packed a little of this and a little of that, I didn’t have enough of what I needed to be comfortable in an unseasonably warm April in Paris.
Fortunately, there was an H&M within steps of our hotel on the Champs-Elysées. We usually stay in the Porte Maillot area of the city, which is quieter and more residential than the bustling, touristy 8ème arrondissement, but we were here to cheer on a friend running in the Paris Marathon, and the starting gate was right in front of our hotel.
The version I bought of this blouse was in a pale sage green with black polka dots. The material has a lovely, silky feel to it. I wore it with a cropped, black sweater vest with white buttons.
This was my favorite of the three I purchased. It is navy blue with tiny polka dots. A small ruffle at the top and butterfly sleeves made it literally go with everything from jeans to a dressy skirt.