Time for a confession: I didn't go into Paris yesterday. I had planned to, really I did. Then the rain started, the sun retreated and, well, it didn't happen.
That does not mean however that a broken promise ensues. Not at all. I've gone back into my "archives" (not at all pretentious considering my remarkable talents as a photographer. . .) and pulled out some of my favorite on-the-street shots from Paris and the country. Yes, many (most) of you have seen them, but still they simply confirm our preconceived notions about Frenchwomen: they certainly know how to pull themselves together.
My Parisian Chic book arrived in the mail from Flammarion today. I am not only excited about spending my weekend seeing what Ines has to tell us, but also I'm even more delighted by the fact Flammarion sent me the book with a little "best wishes" note after checking out this space to see if they could trust me.
It's my first freebie in my new position as unpaid blogger. Thrilling. I give you my word, when I review the book on Monday the fact I didn't pay for it will not influence my observations. I mean, what are they going to do? Ask for the book back? Good luck.
Ed. Note: Just returned from my two English conversation classes -- one beginners, the other advanced -- where I had my students watch the royal wedding. Their homework is to write a report for next week. I did this of course because I did not want to miss one second of the event and I definitely did not want to see her dress in replay. Wasn't it perfect? She looked so beautiful and apparently, according to the lip reader over here, William leaned over and told her so when she arrived at the alter.
I presume the queen in sunny yellow reflects her pleasure with the union.
Karl Lagerfeld commentated on one of the channels and offered some colorfully snarky remarks about some of the guests' ensembles. He did approve of the bride's dress and thought her mother looked young and attractive. Basically he said he didn't "see any fashion" in the crowd.