Sept. 11 – a Parisian samedi

Spending the weekends in the countryside are lovely but after the past couple of days, I have to admit, the city has such a glow at the end of the work week. It truly transforms into a seemingly cooler, slower-paced lifestyle with laissez-faire vibes.

Saturday started off lazily, but around 11 I met up with fellow Americans to wander through the narrow alleys of Marché aux Puces, just outside of the 18éme arrondissement (the furthest north you can get in Paris). Les puces translates into “the fleas,” which is an appropriate name for a flea market. If you’re going to attend, please do your research, because the outskirts of the flea market are lined with swap meet style booths with knockoff designer clothes etc. that are also filled with pitpockets. Off the subway stop you have to travel through these for at least 10 minutes before you hit the actual flea market; you’ve been advised.

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Dishes at Les Puces, Paris

Everything from adorable dish ware, antique furniture, vintage Chanel, art & old Parisian postcards exist here. You could spend the entire day marveling & that’s very well what I did.

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Déjeuner at Café Pouchkine, Saint-Germain-des-Prés

Hungry from all the miles we walked, we had a dessert lunch which I’m sure holds all the nutrients a growing young woman might need.


Église de Saint-Germain-des-Prés

When in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, it’s hard to walk past the abbey without stopping in. Lighting a candle in the peaceful halls, saying a prayer & gazing in wonderment at the beauty that has been preserved throughout history. L’église abbatiale bénédictine, was founded in the 6th century… THE 6TH F***ING CENTURY PEOPLE. Pardon my French.

As the day wore down and golden hour spread over the rooftops, I adorned my feet with running shoes and ran through Parc du Champs de Mars , passing Les Invalides & finding myself circling La tour Eiffel. I don’t know if I’ll ever just calmly understand that this is just my day-to-day walk in the park, because I damn near cry every time I go for a run in all the city’s glory.

The night ended with a little wine by the Seine & swinging around a dance floor in an underground cave to a live jazz band in the latin quarter.

It doesn’t really get better than that.



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