This dear lady caught my attention one day as I was strolling down the
Champs-Elysées. She is the essence of Parisian chic.
Decidedly different and owning the look, she is one of the reasons I can't take my eyes off the locals as I wander the beautiful streets of Paris.
My own look is hardly worth a photo. I don't own a "look" -- and really, my preference is to just blend in like the rest of the flock. But when I see someone looking
as wicked and fabulous as this grande-dame, I realize maybe I need to re-think
the whole fashion thing.
Or at least learn how to rock a chapeau.
Or perhaps Parc Monceau.
Or for that matter, Luxembourg or any other primo Parisian park.
Who wouldn't want to wake up every morning to a glorious view of
one of Paris' extravagant jardins?
My mouth waters at the thought.
As uncontested dreamers, aren't we allowed to put ourselves in another
time and place? My Paris-envy is showing but I know in a few minutes I'll go back to just being me again --- and that's all right, too.