Family, friends, flowers, food, photos, Champagne, shopping, parties. . .That was the program.
I took Andrea to the airport yesterday. Her visit for the birthday celebration(s) was fast, but fabulous.
I wouldn’t want you to think I was lolling around on my chaise lounge (we don’t even own one, unfortunately) and nibbling bonbons, no indeed. We were busy, busy, busy and I want to tell you everything.
On Friday afternoon, after I picked Drea up at the airport, we had lunch in Paris and then visited one of my absolute favorite “best kept secrets” in the city, Catherine Muller’s floral school.
I’ve signed up to take flower arranging classes with her. If, for example, you live in or near Paris, or, if you visit for an extended stay and rent an apartment, I promise you that if you sign-up for one of her four-day classes, you will have one of the most exceptional experiences of your life. Everyday you take home your beautiful creation to admire how talented you are.
I cannot begin to tell you how much you will learn and how forever you will be making your very own exquisite bouquets. And, perhaps, you could reinvent yourself into a florist — full, or part-time.
The first fete, the actual (big) birthday of My-Reason-For-Living-In-France (MRFLIF), began with a little cocktail party Saturday evening where we opened — and finished — a magnum of Carol Duval-Leroy’s absolutely divine Femme Champagne. It’s not often one has the opportunity to open a magnum.
On Sunday we had lunch chez my French niece who gave MRFLIF a huge, white hydrangea for the garden. She is also his goddaughter and therefore knows how to choose a perfect present for him.
Monday, another birthday lunch with friends and the three of us at the Hotel Lancaster bar. Wonderful.
After lunch I took Drea to Studio Harcourt to meet the director of the famous photography studio, Catherine Renard, and have a tour of its permanent exhibition of extraordinary black and white prints.
If you have the time, I highly recommend a visit to the stunningly beautiful studio in the 16 arrondissement in Paris. There is even a sun-drenched bar where you can have a café.
So, that’s my story. Well, almost, yesterday I allowed myself to be talked into buying a new beauty product, which I have yet to try. It’s an overnight treatment to be used once a week. I’ll test and tell you all about it, even if it’s disappointing.
Please forgive me for being absent for several days.