|Top it off with your raincoat.|
That one week in Paris that we’re packing for so carefully? Prepare yourself for a little surprise. One of the strangest discoveries I made in France is that when the French talk about one week, it has eight days. Every other country in the world (every person in the world) considers a week seven days, but since we’re visiting Paris I thought it would behoove us to think French. Therefore our one week in the city will be comprised of eight days.
Voilà, that’s settled.
|Don’t forget your raincoat.|
By French math, that means today is our fourth day. The weather is exquisite so let’s go to Le Château de Versailles and then head back to Paris to change for dinner before dining in a classic bistro.
We could choose among Le Bistro Valois or Chez Andre or Chez George in the second arrondissement, one of my favorites. (Unfortunately it doesn’t appear to have a website.) Or, we could go for the divine Bistro Allard if you prefer.
I hardly have to say that we will not suffer from an absence of restaurants to choose from. All the more reason we can focus on our wardrobe — do you like what I’ve picked out among the skirts, sweaters, shoes and accessories? — and remember, we have layers from which to choose and pieces that will mix and match beautifully.
After a visit to Versailles, you may be feeling a little yearning for the good life. Well, the afternoon is bright and the Hall of Mirrors is so spectacular, who can blame you if you’re in the mood for a nearby pilgrimage to another unforgettable locale?
Have you guessed what I have in mind?
Ladurée at Printemps in the ninth arrondissement has an elegant tearoom, and of course you’re surrounded by the loveliest clothes and accessories. Well, let’s just say it. You’re surrounded by luxe. Not to worry. You will be perfectly at ease in your Château attire or dining wardrobe.
However, I really must warn you that you may be tempted to indulge in more than a cup of tea or glass of wine before a late dinner. And I’m not talking about the selections on their menu. It is the proximity to the counter displaying those irresistible macarons. If you aren’t very disciplined — clearly French women are — you will find yourself overindulging, and then you’ll be worried about the fit of every meticulously chosen piece of clothing that you have packed.
If you want more on this subject, for now I’m going to point you to my friend, D. A. at Daily Plate of Crazy who had her first macaron encounter very recently and is so enthused she is gushing over the experience.
As for what she wore in Paris, whether or not she packed for an eight-day week, and if she managed with a single piece of luggage and a carry-on, I will just have to ask her when we next chat. (She has admitted to a little problem of chaussure excess, so I imagine keeping shoes to a minimum may have been a challenge.)
Tomorrow we’ll go shopping. How does that sound?