Here I am in Paris again. Virtually. Theoretically. The fashion week just started and it’s going to be awesome as always. Red is trending this fall and I foresaw this a couple of months ago. Just kidding. It’s just a beautiful coincidence. Red in Paris looks awfully good. It must be due to the timeless Moulin Rouge or maybe it’s just a fashion choice.
Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées…
Joe Dassin’s song is obsessing my mind in the early morning. I jump out of bed and hurry to open the heavy French doors. The view from my third floor balcony is pretty chic. A 360 degrees view of Charles de Gaule intersection. And here it stands, in front of me, the elegant, the opulent, the huge, and the one of a kind – L’ Arc de Triomphe reminding me every morning and every evening about the great Napoleon the 3rd or Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte. The historical grandeur is lingering everywhere in the air, in the trees, in the streets, in the amazing Parisian architecture, and especially in the Champs-Élysées.
Mornings in Paris are somehow cloudy, but that is the beauty of it. There are so many secrets hidden into those morning clouds. There is nothing sad about it. Paris is mesmerizing in any way. For a moment I lost myself in the perfume of the pink roses that my mother got from Carlos Mourao, and “artisan fleuriste” from Aux Fleurs De France. She must have noticed me yesterday glancing at the flower shop on our way to the Eiffel Tour. Oh, how I love flowers! They are one of the greatest blessings of our Creator. Have you ever imagined the world without flowers? Depressing picture probably. I have never seen anything as perfect as a flower. So beautiful and so ephemeral.
Coffee is ready. A paper bag is hiding something delicious inside. It’s the warm brioche from the Ladurée on Champs-Élysées. And in these moments life seems eternal. Happiness is palpable and la vie est belle!