Today was a beautiful day in Paris. A little windier than expected. But boy, it wasn’t so long ago that it was raining every day. Buckets. There was even a point where it was warmer in Chicago than here. It hardly seemed fair.
But then, I went for a run in the park Buttes Chaumont a few hours ago, where the tulips were looking downright perky and the color compositions made me feel all proud that I live in France. (At citrus palettes, we scoff. Too easy, says France! We prefer the brilliance of burgundy, offset by pastels. La Classe.) I've written about parks here before, and I suspect I will continue to write about them. When did I become so into parks? I just love them.
I even got warm enough to strip down to my grey American college tee.
I know what you're thinking. Oh, but that hardly seems fair! You're in Paris. On a nice day. Running in the park. Wearing a tee-shirt.
Well observed, kid. But it's been far too long since I've bragged on this site about living in Paris. Like last Saturday morning, I work up early and went to the Belleville market where I bought herb goat cheese, white asparagus ("It's in season," said the tall, dark, handsome vegetable man), fresh salmon, bread with noisette and pistachio inside, and macarons which I froze and have been eating for dessert all week.
Ok, I'll cut it out now.
I’ll be writing a newsletter for Département Féminin every month, the store in Toulouse whose new shopping site (recently featured in Jalouse, Elle, and Madame Figaro) is elegantly designed by the good people at Spill. The wonderfully spectacled Garance (I’ve got more to say about her glasses, much more) did the French translations for the newsletter. Mise en page by Spill. This is the result.
If you’d like to sign up to receive the newsletter monthly, here’s what you do: Enter the site. Choose your language, then go to “visit,” then “contact.” Maintenant c’est a vous.