Archive for the ‘Paris’ Category
Can you guess where we are this week? These photos were taken on a leisurely ride on a Bateaux Mouches to best see the city that was named for the Parisii, the original inhabitants of….
When I’m not on location, I’m running after my toddler, Honey Bunny, but I realllly hope to make it into central Paris to take photos for you. In the meantime, enjoy these photos from our trip down the Seine on a particularly rainy day.
Ok, you got me. This isn’t the Seine. It’s the metro entrance to Saint Michel. We got off at Saint Michel to walk towards Notre Dame for the one hour trip down the Seine. Here’s the company we used: Bateaux Parisiens.
Honey’s office, or at least his office when he has to work in Paris, is located literally next to the Louboutin store. By literally I truly mean literally. No, not literally as in, “I could literally eat a horse, ” or as in “If he says ‘like’ one more time, I’m literally going to scream.
I mean that the Louboutin store is at 68, rue du Fauburg Saint Honore and Honey’s office is located next door literally. Now, you’re thinking, Tini where are you going with this.
Well, my husband works next door to a fabulous shoe store, but when I showed him my instagram of the Louboutin store Christmas tree (below), he said. “Where did you take that photo?”
I responded, “At the Louboutin store.” He then gave me a vague smile that I’ve learned to interpret as his, ‘that’s nice, love,’ face. After dropping him off at work, Honey Bunny (my infant son) and I went off to meander about Paris. We saw the Hermes Christmas window display, bought my mother a new perfume at Guerlain, stopped off at Miu Miu and then went to Absinthe for lunch.
Later that afternoon, we went to pick Honey up for our train back to London. As we sped off in a taxi to Gare du Nord, my darling Honey said, “It’s funny, but people are always waiting in line at that store.”
“Which store, Hons?” I responded.
“That store with the shoe Christmas tree.”
“The Louboutin store?!”
“The Lou what?” he said.
“You’re surely not serious?!” I said.
At this point, I think that Honey read my ‘You must be joking me face.’ He diffused any snarky comment that I could have made by saying: “What did I miss?”
Of course, I won’t continue this story by telling you I had to remind Honey of the number of movies and episodes of Sex in the City in which he’d seen the iconic red soles. Though after some time, Honey did say. “Well, that explains why there’s always such a long line to that Lou—ah—Loubou store.”
And at that point, I thought, ‘why haven’t you come home with shoes for your lovely wife from the Loubou store.’ But we were then at Gare du Nord and I simply could not be bothered to voice my thoughts out loud. Literally.
And here is a photo from the Hermes window display.
When it’s very cold, I can’t help but want to be covered from head to toe. This here does not seem like a bad look to emulate at all. I took this photo in Paris in late December, low and behold, in January London had kinds of cold and wet weather (not surprising really). A look like this came in handy on a day where Honey and I went on the hunt for the perfect pair of Grenson brogues (more on that later).