I don’t typically do a lot of shopping in Paris. It’s crazy expensive. The shops are frequently very small and overseen by a bored woman who appears to hate food. It’s very intimidating to walk into one of those little shops , hold up a tiny piece of clothing, and ask, in your best French, if they have it in your size. The very small woman blows air out of her lips, in that French way, and turns on her high heel toward the stock room, where she sincerely doubts there will be anything large enough to contain those large American breasts. And, in fact, there frequently is not. All of which is actually a good thing, as there is plenty to do and spend ones euros on in Paris without being tempted by the fashion.
That said, France does have sales twice a year, during which prices are slashed and every woman with a pulse seems to hit the streets, carrying enough shopping bags on either arm to rival the Whos of Whoville on Christmas Eve. The winter sales happened to start on January 8 this year, smack dab in the middle of our week in Paris, and who am I to resist a sale? I bought these cute booties while we were in the Marais on Wednesday.
They are super-comfy and I love the low heel. Because that’s how I have to roll these days.
I also may or may not have bought two items from my favorite cashmere shop, Crimson, off the Champs-Elysees. It’s owned by a gorgeous American woman who used to live in Fort Worth. She also used to work for French Vogue. Yeah. Definitely check it out if you are in the hood.
Finally, I couldn’t resist these cute glasses on sale at Zara Home. They look like glasses I have seen on Ina’s tables, and that’s all I needed to decide I had to have them. I think they will be good for water or wine, or even a pretty dessert.
Unlike the clothing boutiques, French pharmacies are a blast to explore. I have given friends little treats from the pharmacy and now a few people are requesting refills when I am here.
Lisa likes this fabulous lip balm for her crusty crusts.
Leslie digs the super-rich moisturizer I turned her on to when she was here in the fall. I love this stuff.
I have passed out many a travel-size bottle of this make-up remover, which is totally not oily and is small enough to travel in your carry-on.
Gwyneth recommended that stuff to me, and she never steers me wrong.
Finally, Martha asked for another bottle of this wonderful body oil that is so popular here. You spray it on while you are still damp, and it moisturizes with a delicate scent. It feels so good in the winter when the reptile skin rears its scaly head.
These things don’t go on sale during the annual frenzy, but I do know of a pharmacy that has prices much lower than any other. It’s called City Pharma and it’s located in Saint-Germain. Always teeming with tourists clutching their lists of must-haves, you must practice your yoga breathing before entering and be prepared for a crowd. It’s packed for a reason, people!
Now I need to go figure out how to get all these purchases into my suitcase before the taxi arrives at 7:45 in the morning. Zut alors!
Next post from Houston, mes amis. Stay tuned. And stay moisturized.