Bonjour encore from Paris. Today (Monday) in Paris felt almost normal. The only thing I noticed out of the ordinary was an increased presence of security. Police vans were rolling or parked in Saint Germain. Armed police stood outside of the doors of various buildings that appeared to be normal apartment buildings. Also, when we entered the Bon Marche and Hermes, our bags were inspected at the entrance. The bag inspection was most unusual and I have to say, I hope it doesn’t last long. I don’t mind it when I go to the Musee d’Orsay, but please, let me fawn over fine leather goods without having to show you the inside of my own messy, receipt-strewn purse. Fortunately, I had removed the 38 breath mints that had spilled out into the bottom of my bag. (Yay)
Last night I got antsy after watching the Solidarity March for several hours, so I went for a brisk walk up and down the Champs-Elysees. It felt so good being out in the cold night air, with the last of the holiday lights still shining on the buildings.
But we all know that the best window porn is to be found at Louis Vuitton. You’re welcome.
I really love these windows. I think the ribbon is fantastic (unlike Mark, who thought it looked like bacon). The shiny balloons appear to be suspended in air. And the clear presents are perfect. No need to wrap such gorgeous bags. Which one would you like? I know the totes are more practical, but I quite fancy the bags with the diamond shapes on them. Not that anyone is asking, mind you.
I have yet to consult social media for a recap of last night’s awards. I hate those shows but LOVE Tina and Amy, and was sorry to miss them. What was the best line? Those two gals are just the best. I wonder if they carry Louis Vuitton? Or maybe I should ask whether Oprah carries LV, because we all know that Liz Lemon said, “I pretty much just do what Oprah tells me to do.”
Sending you all high-fives and LV love from Paris.