I luh-huved Paris. There are so many things to look at. Chic Parisians prance around in high heels and tall boots. Impossibly tall and thin young girls stroll by, their long, straight hair pulled into simple ponytails. Handsome, dark-haired men in black skinny trousers walk quickly down the sidewalk, speaking into cell phones.
I'd been fashion-deprived since arriving in Saudi, since everyone is in the abaya, there's not too much to look at. In Paris, cigarette pants with flats are still the rage. Trench coats-- from hip to knee-length--still big. Scarves were everywhere. Most people were into solids-- not too many prints from what I saw. Skinny denim tucked into knee-high, heeled boots. I dragged Jeff to Printemps, my dream store. Every fashion-forward item you could ever wish for under one roof, from baby to adult clothing, luggage, linens and home decor. With the weak dollar, we laughed at how in most other places in the world, Americans are seen as being rich; while in Paris, they probably saw us as poor Americans!
Mastered the bus, Metro and RER, and got around like a local. I was adamant about taking public transporation because to me, it's the best way to get to know a city. Exploring Paris really felt like being in NYC again. Jeff said he liked Paris more than NYC, because there were more pretty girls and no fat people. I told him, "Hey, we saw pee, poop, and vomit. It's just like NYC."
We hit all the big spots: The Louvre, Eiffel Tower, L'Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, and walked miles and miles all over the city. There were still long lines to get into each of these places, even though it was only March. I would hate to be there during peak season. Seeing the Mona Lisa was a bit anticlimactic, just as I'd heard other people tell me. After winding through the museum following the signs, you get a glimpse through the hundred people ahead of you's shoulders, and it's kind of like, "Oh." Jeff really wanted to see the section on Mesopotamia so we went there, and I really enjoyed it. Also really liked seeing all the sarcophogus(es? gi?) on display.
I'd been fashion-deprived since arriving in Saudi, since everyone is in the abaya, there's not too much to look at. In Paris, cigarette pants with flats are still the rage. Trench coats-- from hip to knee-length--still big. Scarves were everywhere. Most people were into solids-- not too many prints from what I saw. Skinny denim tucked into knee-high, heeled boots. I dragged Jeff to Printemps, my dream store. Every fashion-forward item you could ever wish for under one roof, from baby to adult clothing, luggage, linens and home decor. With the weak dollar, we laughed at how in most other places in the world, Americans are seen as being rich; while in Paris, they probably saw us as poor Americans!
Mastered the bus, Metro and RER, and got around like a local. I was adamant about taking public transporation because to me, it's the best way to get to know a city. Exploring Paris really felt like being in NYC again. Jeff said he liked Paris more than NYC, because there were more pretty girls and no fat people. I told him, "Hey, we saw pee, poop, and vomit. It's just like NYC."
We hit all the big spots: The Louvre, Eiffel Tower, L'Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, and walked miles and miles all over the city. There were still long lines to get into each of these places, even though it was only March. I would hate to be there during peak season. Seeing the Mona Lisa was a bit anticlimactic, just as I'd heard other people tell me. After winding through the museum following the signs, you get a glimpse through the hundred people ahead of you's shoulders, and it's kind of like, "Oh." Jeff really wanted to see the section on Mesopotamia so we went there, and I really enjoyed it. Also really liked seeing all the sarcophogus(es? gi?) on display.
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