We live on a very busy street in Paris, with two grocery stores, three produce stands, a boulangerie-patisserie and countless kebab stalls within ten feet of our front door. But just a short walk down the road is a noiseless side-street that leads up the side of the hill to Sacre-Coeur Cathedral. Rue Muller is the beginning of the picturesque, romantic Montmartre seen in movies, and at the top of it, Place Paul-Albert is a haven of adorable cafes and cobblestones nestled between Haussmanian apartment buildings. Just around the corner is my favourite restaurant in Paris, l'Afghani.
I felt like a true Parisienne sitting at L'Ete en pente douce in my tutu and blazer... but back on the street I rasied quite a few eyebrows. At this time of year, most Parisians wear a strict uniform of scarves, coats, skinny jeans, ankle boots and oversized purses. My tutu was the only one in sight. But I've never been one to shy away from making a fashion statement :)
|Blazer - Silence & Noise Tank - Gap Skirt - Naf Naf Shoes - Aldo Earings - La Vie Parisienne|