Shoes: Anthropologie Boutique 9 botanist heeled loafers
As for Paris - well, what can I say? To be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to going initially - this was a marathon of a business trip for me and I was anticipating (and received) thorough exhaustion. Plus several semesters of college French had really done nothing to better help me understand the language. And the weather was supposed to be rainy and dreary (and it was).
And what better way to kick off a trip than to have your travel agency call to tell you that your flight had been cancelled - but not to worry, you got rebooked on pretty much the only available flight left. Oh and it is leaving five hours earlier than your original flight so you've got .... oh say, less than an hour to get to the airport and get squared away. Back of the bus, middle seat, woo hoo!
So really what can I say? Not much - except I loved it: Broken French/English interactions, dodging traffic, 14-hour workdays and super-long dinners, gorging myself on every baguette, pate, brulee, crusty buttery confection that crossed my path. The sky cracking open with rain pretty much every time I stepped outside. Trying calvados for the first time and hating it. Treating myself in bed to a midnight snack of macarons and wine. Walking a million miles in heels and feeling like my feet were going to fall off so of course when I got home, I had to buy a pair of even higher heels. Waking up with the worst hangover in years and still making it to work with a faux smile. Emptying the mini bar of bottled water and Orangina. Daily. And not getting charged for it. Paying 25 Euros for a single drink for the "privilege" of sitting in a table directly next to the evening entertainment and not getting a view. Not going to the Eiffel Tower. Eating a "XXL" portion of steak tartare and liking it. Not making an ass of myself with a snail shell and what appeared to be an eyelash curler. Checking out the hookers hanging around outside close to a posh venue where we were hosting a reception. Squeezing too many people into a compact car. Choosing to eat instead of shop even though it was semi-annual sale season.
So here's Paris in a photo medley blur:
Padlocks for lovers along the Pont des Arts foot bridge.
A midnight treat.
A French version of a façade.