Saturday, May 18, 2013

À ma maison and last days in Paris

All over Paris love is in the air
as are English phrases
on garments and fabrics
which is mildly disappointing
for those of us searching for something
quintessentially 'French'.
(Such a cliché...)

All shopped out
(hard to believe I know)
so we didn't go in
but you've gotta love the name...

I started noticing
couples who dress alike
(and in this case blend into their surroundings).

You might not know that Marcy and I
were dressed alike when we were little girls,
which might explain why we often 
come out of our respective bedrooms 
wearing the same colors top to bottom.

One of us usually goes back to change...

Then there was this sartorialist
standing on the busy corner by 
Saint Germain des Prés.
Looking good,
and you can't even see the red plaid
in his stylishly cropped pant.
He turned away when he noticed me and my camera.

Why one would choose to dress like this
and then be shy is a question
I cannot answer here.

Wise words on a hip chair at Merci.

Still one of my favorite places to lunch in Paris
and always a source of design inspiration
offbeat items and warm weirdness.

This season at Merci they are in the process
of yarn bombing the little car
that sits in the entry.
Fabric and textile arts have 
come a long way, baby.


Always such a pleasure
(small and large)
to sleep in my own bed
after 30 hours of travel
with little sleep,
eating tasteless processed salty snacks
and a few dry carrot sticks.

Good thing it was so uneventful and fluid
that I finished reading, Paris, the Novel
 which tells a story weaving history,
the growth of the city, some of its now familiar 
always charming locations
and an interesting cast of characters.

So much heat and rain here
that our lush garden seems as beautiful
as at Giverny.
More beautiful actually
because it's home.


Please check out Marcy's and my new Craftsy Class
launching May 22.
Links will be posted on both our websites.

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

ParisTilton Catch Up

Busy, busy, busy,
and fun, fun, fun,
describes the last few days of the tour.

Probably the most popular, identifiable and iconic
object in Paris, I love the Eiffel Tower
and was happy to visit there
with some of our group.

From the summit, the city of Paris
spreads out in miniature
providing views into courtyards and rooftop gardens.
(Only a moment of vertigo.)

We spent an hour and a half up top
with a glass of champagne,
watching the sun set behind clouds
and identifying monuments, churches and parks
from different vantage points.
The layout of Paris is majestic and graceful to view anytime
but especially on an evening with perfect weather.

Walking down the 1665 steps
as the twinkling lights came on was magic.

More majesty and beauty at Giverny
where blue appeared in the sky and was
reflected in the flowers and the pond.

cacophony of squeals had everyone wondering
just what was making all that racket.
A large crowd gathered at one end of the pond
and enjoyed watching at least 30 bullfrogs
madly puffing cheeks and calling for a mate.

Some advances were rebuffed
and some not.

After visiting Giverny
we went to the Orangerie to sit in the serenity
of Monet's grand murals
depicting the waterlilies in the pond where yesterday
we sat under the willows
enjoying the frog's boisterous bellowing.
(The woman who took our photo added some extra style 
with the addition of the plant. Parisian polish.)

Walking through the Tuileries Garden
we chanced upon a model
strutting in a stunning suit
while maintaining her balance 
in some wicked heels.

She was quite friendly
and sent a couple of poses towards our cameras.

Then we had our photo taken
by a young woman from Argentina.

We continue to meet wonderful people
from all over the world
as we wander in Paris.

Betty and Carol at Notre Dame
where we caught the Ascension Thursday service.

Ritual in the midst of Holiday chaos.

Some of us managed a visit to Karl Lagerfeld's
new store on Boulevard Saint Germain
where we were served champagne
while we shopped, laughed,
tried things on
and emailed Karl.

His iconic ponytailed profile
with high collar and sunglasses
is printed or embossed on everything you could think of
and some things you couldn't.
Imagine a herringbone pattern.
Now imagine it tessellating with Karl's profile.
On jeans.
(It works).
Plus limited edition Karl dolls
with giant crocheted heads.

Marketing genius at its best.

Souffle for dinner and another for dessert.
Excess? Well it is Paris.

Au revoir to a marvelous group of women!


Watch for the Tilton sisters new Craftsy Class
'The Ultimate T Shirt'
coming soon!


Monday, May 6, 2013

Hooked on Paris

Sunday in Paris
means the Flea Market
and the Organic Market.
Interesting goods, great people watching
and a stunning array of produce, cheeses,
meats and flowers.

First off there was the Flea Market.
Some of the vendors have a good eye
and take the time to artfully arrange their products.
I picked up some of these vintage hooks
last year and now they hang in our new bathroom.

Nothing like a little Paris to perk things up.

 This booth always has a poker game going on
or they are having a tasty lunch
with a nice bottle of wine.
Living the good life.

The vendor does always break for a sale.

Juliette and Sally
Women with tools.

Everyone found something special
for themselves or as a gift.
It's great to meet for coffee afterwards
and share our purchases.

Rosemary, Margaret, Betty and Lorianne.
Waiting in line for galettes
(Well worth the wait
as they taste so good.)
Dessert galettes 
are at the other end of the market.
Street treats.

Sunday was the Russian Orthodox Easter.
(Not all of the eggs were in one basket...)

All decorated for the wedding couple
complete with covered seats
and baby's breath.
Ready to roll in front of the Hotel Lutetia.

Whenever the sun comes out
 so do the Parisiens, en masse.
The grass was covered
in the Place des Vosges.

I admired a boater like this 
on a man at the Flea Market.
I was happy to find one under the arches
in the Place des Vosges arcade.

Sunday in Paris.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Paris Mind

The number above the door jumped out at me yesterday.
Third of May, third blog this trip,
walking to get my third haircut in Paris...

The mind is such a strange and marvelous mechanism.
Making connections and stories,
delighting and entertaining (mostly) me with 
the infinite variety of visuals it processes.

For instance
these boldly striped pants caught my eye.
And then, the mind immediately jumped to an image
of George Clooney
in 'Oh Brother Where Art Thou'.
(He is just so cute...)

The stairs I've been walking up
to get to our apartment on the 5th floor.
(I know this view is looking down but the light was better.)

The last few days I've been challenging myself
to walk the stairs rather than take the elevator.
When I went up them for the 3d time yesterday 
I finally managed to get to the top
and still have some breath left!
(All this walking is paying off the mind says...)

Pigeon party in the park
in Paris.
(My mind loves alliteration -- mots merveilleux.)

St Sulpice and its fountain last night.
Can you hear the water 
roaring over the lips of the fountain?

As happens sometimes in Paris,
the mind quiets
and just sits with beauty.

Walk Paris

Wish I'd had wings on my feet
sometimes these past few days.

Paris is such a wonderful walking city
with new beauty 
constantly gifting the eye with delight.

Lilies of the Valley have been my favorite spring flower
since I was a little girl and found a small patch
in a hidden corner of the yard.
In Paris it's tradition to give them as gifts on May 1
so they were everywhere.

The Avenue de l'Opera was nearly empty
on this Holiday
and Paris pleasantly quiet 
for a moment.
Tourists filled the parks, sidewalks 
and restaurants later
with families, lots of strollers
and much photo taking.
Just like me
(except the stroller part).

The sun finally peeked out yesterday afternoon
and everyone seemed to be happier.

Love the splashes of color on this summer shift
by an Italian designer. 

This photo is for my friend Jude.
What to do with that extra hay.

Quite cool actually...

soeur = sister

Such fun to be here with mine!