american.girl.

I've traded Paris for NY, at least for now.

Bring on the casual attire and apple pie.

the end of princess d

Things I will miss most about Paris:

magical sunset strolls by the Seine
Colette's ever-changing windows
fantasy shopping at Lanvin
Montana Saturdays and Baron Sunday
the architectural dresses of COS
Sciences Po frenchies
3 glasses of wine with lunch
picnics at Champ de Mars and Canal Saint Martin
Versailles excursions
being casual in 5 inch heels
rue Cler political debates
fashion week pandemonium
Cafe Flore for every occasion
vintage finds from the marais
Rose Bakery brunching
countless museums and never ending expos
and most importantly.....

the family: bunny, bear, T, foreigner, half of DD, and the Cambridge beauty

friends by fate, family by choice

I love you more then words or blog posts could ever say

To me, you are Paris

babe on a bike

(thanks Olivier)

Canadian and oh so cool.

Aurel Schmidt does fairytale-gone-bad drawings that blow my mind.

tribute

Dear Bunny,

You filled my year in Paris with amazing expos, all night adventures, and more thought provoking conversations then a year abroad should ever entail. You're the most magical friend a girl could ask for.

New York awaits, but we'll always have Paris.

jet set life

Facing the prospect of leaving my 23 dresses and 15 pairs of shoes behind (due to Air Canada's barbaric bag policy) I'm strongly contemplating taking a boat to New York.

dropping like flies

That's a truly vulgar expression isn't it? Unfortunately, it was the only thing my post-Baron self could think of to accurately describes the state of affairs around here. Tonight we're toasting the departure of yet another New York beauty and it makes me so sad. In order to keep myself from a complete emotional meltdown, I've decided to ignore my imminent departure and focus on more fabulous things. For this afternoon that means expositions and espresso.

Paris I love you, just sayinnnn

beginning of my Paris end

Ahhhh George

In honor of my last full Paris Saturday, the sister and I decided to treat ourselves to lunch atop Centre Pompidou. Dining at George, we indulged in dry martinis and beautiful views, before spending the rest of the afternoon wandering through the marais. When the weather took a turn for the worst we promptly headed to Ladurée on Royal for gossip and afternoon tea. Post-macaron haze, I skipped dinner and contemplated staying in. But who am I kidding? I'm meeting the darlings for drinks on rue Cler before running off to Baron. It's imperative that we say a proper goodbye to our favorite.

Bon weekend!