Parfait, Paris streetstyle

On a perfect day in Paris, I would get up late, with the sun shining straight into my bed, roll over and kiss my garcon, go down to the local patisserie for fresh croissants and cafe au lait, while reading Vogue Paris (okay, just watching the pictures :-) and saying Salut! and Bon jour! to the locals, wander around Le Marais for some people watching and taking pictures, squeeze into Merce and the Muse (coming up later on this blog) for a little healthy lunch, hop on one of those pretty city bikes with a basket in front, and paddle around the Seine, eat a whole pain au chocolat all by myself, sitting on one of those little old chairs at Jardin de Tuileries and watch the sun go down, shimmering on the white pathwalks, get lost in Montmartre for a dinner and wine in a dim lit little restaurant with my garcon.... And yeah, wear head to toe Isabel Marant.

V môj dokonalý deň v Paríži by som sa zobudila neskoro, až keby by mi slnko svietilo priamo do postele, bozkom zobudila môjho garcon, zbehla do miestnej patisserie na čerstvé croissanty a cafe au lait, kde by som sa zdravila s miestymi Salut! a Bon jour! a pritom čítala Vogue Paris (no dobre, iba pozerala obrázky :-), túlala sa po Le Marais, obzerala ľudí a obťažovala ich fotením, urvala si posledné miesto v Merce and the Muse (čoskoro na tomto blogu) a dala si malý ľahký obed, na jednom z tých milých mestkých bicyklov s košíkom vpredu sa vozila popri Sejne, zjedla sama celý pain au chocolait sediac na ošúchanej rozkladacej stoličke v Jardin de Tuileries a pozerala sa na západ slnka, ako sa odráža na bielych cestičkách záhrady, a nakoniec niekde na Montmartre zapadla do prítmia malej reštarácie s mojim garcon na večeru a karafu vína.... od hlavy po päty v Isabel Marant.