I’d argue Paris isn’t first and foremost the most romantic city in the world. It is the most beautiful city in the world, and the French will be the first to say it. For all the complaining we Americans do about how the French so willingly share a negative or unpopular opinion, they have certain standards for the way things are. And that embrace of le critique is why beauty (and dare I say enjoyment for the sake of enjoyment) remains core to what it means to be Parisian.
Now, I share very little in common with the French. I don’t look anywhere near as chic in a white tee, black skinny jeans, and cool boots than just about every other woman you see trotting around La Marais.
But, what I do share with the French is wanting everything…. and I’m talking even the smallest little thing like the way a coffee cup feels in your hand… to be considered and beautiful. I mean, if you are going to make something, why not make it with beauty in mind? It is an obsession with frivolity and nuance that I know bothers many people who work (and live) with me, so when I’m in Paris I feel like I’ve found my people. I can complain about wanting something just so without being the asshole of the group. And I can’t wait for 3 days of pure enjoyment— through food, wine, fashion, and beauty in all its nuances.
We WILL be sharing a travel guide when I return but today, I thought I’d share my packing list, especially because packing for a trip to Paris in the winter requires a little bit of a different approach.