I Want to be Her

Isn't she fabulous?

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.

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Speaking of style, I also wouldn't mind being whoever lives in one of these lovely buildings facing Parc Montsouris.

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.

DREAM ON!