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Life, Travel

What’s in a city?

After spending close to three weeks in New York  to open the World Trade Center, I realized what the energy of a city can do.  Either a city can empower and invigorate (More often than not) while others will chew you up and spit you out.  Time out magazine wrote on the topic of: Does being a New Yorker make you an Asshole?  I found this to be very interesting especially as I travel the world hoping to make every place a piece of my heart…my inner fiber.  I’ve always had a strong love for New York.  Growing up in Pennsylvania allowed us to be far enough away to make it exciting every time we visited, though close enough that it allowed the city to feel like I was still a part of it.

During college I had the chance to study abroad in the UK, which was a phenomenal experience to which I feel I owe a great deal of my life’s most prized possessions to- that of exploring the globe.  This allowed me to embrace the fear of going to live out of your “norm” away from those you hold close to you both in your physical space and are your Life.  Leaving it behind for 6 months to survive on fish and chips, Shepherd’s pie and a slew of Guiness.  I get it that this might not be the most inspiring start to living overseas, it was real.  Especially for that of a college student…And from Pennsylvania.  It doesn’t get much more simple than that.  Though it opened up my eyes to see a beautiful world, full of many option, cultures and cities that needed to be explored.  By me.

After this experience and following graduation I decided my roots in PA had been nurtured and nourished enough for me to find my way to a new place to call home.  I considered NY since, as I mentioned, my love for this city is endless.  However, I figured if I already moved to the other side of the pond, why not venture to the other side of the country.  And that’s exactly what I did.  I had NO idea where I should go.  I knew enough from my vacations growing up, that California was a place that I certainly loved and considered even making it home.  Just had no idea where to go.  Friends from college considered joining me to strike gold in finding a new journey on the west coast, though no one ended up making it with me.  For this, like many, was a journey I was to make on my own.  (Though let me be real, most of the times I’ve fought this aspect of journeying by myself and yet I know traveling solo was the reason for my trip to begin with!)

I landed in glorious Newport Beach which was a bit of a culture shock, simply due to all the luxe lifestyle and living this little beach town had to offer.  I called Newport Beach my home for 7 fantastic years to then branch out further, down south to San Diego.  San Diego was the perfect place for me to find my way in the world.  I worked for 6 years as Marketing director of Fashion Valley.  At the time, the 3rd most profitable shopping center in the US.  And this was even in the down economy of 2007.  Luckily, it taught me a ton about business, pr and the true value of relationships.  Eight years later I was onto yet another…even bigger city to explore.  I took a brief sabbatical to Paris in the summer of 2015 which would end up being an absolute game changer!!  From here, my world opened like never before.  After heading to Europe to live, knowing no one, I knew I could go anywhere.

After returning from Paris, as much as I loved San Diego, I knew the wind was blowing me onto something new.  Something bigger.  Though I honestly didn’t realize it would be LA.  And this was simply due to the fact that I came here to be a part of something I was extremely passionate about.  And now… It’s been 6 months that I’ve called Los Angeles my home.  The place I vowed to NEVER move to.  The same place that every day instantly stimulates and a place that can be incredibly overwhelming at the same time.  It’s the second largest city in the U.S. so what else would you expect, I ask myself?  It’s everything I thought it would be and nothing like I thought it would be at the same time.  From helicopters to absurd traffic- this place is a zoo.  And I’ve realized that it’s taken a bit of a toll on my sensitive soul.  With all the energy I’ve got running through me to now be countered by the intense amount of energy that exists in this concrete jungle, it can weigh on me at times.  So, now it’s about finding the peace within, in this new city I call home.

In Newport, I was at the beach and in San Diego, I was by the bay.  Both of which offer a welcoming sense of tranquility- even if life is far from it.  And although it can be a bit rare for me to sit at the beach or lie by the bay, something about those locations, that were still closely connected to city offerings allowed me to still enjoy some peace and harmony.  And now, here I sit at CBTL on Sunset blvd and am very much aware of the fact that I sit on a patio- outside- though instead of feeling ocean breeze, I’m breathing in car fumes and listen as those from “the industry” talk about their next big opportunity.  And with all of this, I’m living each moment to truly experience this new city of mine.  For most of my adult life I’ve dreamed that I could be bi-coastal, to also experience living in New York, and I have to say I’m quite thankful having had the chance to spend weeks at a time in that glorious city and yet still call California home.  Because at the end of the day, Home is where you make it.  (Or at the very least, where you pack and unpack your bags!)  So, here’s to you, Lalaland…I’m all yours.  Whether you’re home for a year or a lifetime, I hope you’ll offer me a sense of comfort, home and peace in this crazy big city of yours and I vow to bring a little bit of sunshine and gratitude your way.

Culture, Life, Travel

Inspired trip translates into an Inspired life

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Growing up on the east coast has always given me a great sense of pride in being a part of what the east coast means to me.  I think of the east coast as fast paced, hard working, authenticity.  And this is coming from a gal who was born and raised on the east coast and yet has spent the majority of my adult life on the west coast.  Though the pride I have in being a true east coaster is one that I will cherish my whole life.

For over the last 10 years, I’ve worked in the retail world, or rather REIT’s, who develop own and manage most of the biggest shopping centers in the United States.  After representing Fashion Valley for over half a decade, I was ready for a new challenge to further utilize and explore my talents.  I had put it out in the universe that I was ready for something new.  At that same time, I took a journey with my cousin to Peru.  This country has some of the most magical and spiritual places this world has to offer.  During this exploration, we ventured to Aguas Caliente to visit Machu Picchu one of the 7 wonders of the world- that, by the way, is absolutely not to be missed! (If you’ve ever even thought about doing so-GO!!!!!  You will not regret it and your life will forever be touched by this incredible place. )  I digress…

We started our journey in Lima where we were fortunate enough to spend time with our friend Hugo and his family who quickly familiarized us with the country, the culture and the must do’s on the trip.  They told us that while in Machu Picchu to be sure to say a special prayer and think of the things we hoped for, for our lives as the “mama pacha energy” that is known to be at this historic, inspiring site can be life changing.  I recall it ever so clearly, sitting on top of this truly magical land and feeling love and energy running through me as I took a moment to ‘go in’, take a moment of reflection and meditation and honor this peaceful place.  (Albeit, with a couple alpaca’s and llama’s hanging out beside me, lurking about)

I had just come out of a devastating divorce and was ready for the next chapter to unveil itself that would allow for great growth and inspiration for my career, as I wanted to focus my previous challenges into something more worthy.  Well, let’s just say Hugo was right.  Less than a month later, I was recruited to work with my biggest competitor in the shopping center business.  And despite the feeling of having to don a Scarlet letter in moving onto “the other side” I dove into this new opportunity, feeling somehow that the Incan’s had a hand in this next step.  You see, at this time, the World Trade center was a project being developed by my new company, Westfield. And being an east coaster, I wanted to be a part of it.  The entire world felt the affects of 9/11.   Westfield was personally affected by that tragic day, losing some of their very own from their Westfield family.  I was beyond inspired by the opportunity to be part of Westfield’s passion behind this project- a chance for honoring, remembering and persevering despite the pain.

Fast forward to 1 month ago, when I had the honor of being a part of this center’s grand opening.  Working with my team, collaborating on these efforts was one of the most rewarding projects I’ve been a part of thus far.  Not only was I inspired to see the hours and dedication that was poured into all aspects of this center, I was fueled by the fact that the entire grand opening was a Family Day, created and dedicated to honor those touched by the tragedies that happened there.  The grand opening was a beautiful moment that completely touched and overwhelmed my heart.  In fact, at times it was hard to hold in all the emotion I felt simply being there, surrounded by thousands of people who were brought together to be honored.  Spending time with those so closely affected by 9/11 and feeling all the love in this sacred spot was truly remarkable.  I love my east coasters.  Though let’s be honest… we move fast, we talk fast, we want typically people to move out of our way.  And anyone who’s even visited New York knows that it can be a bit frantic and dare I say, an aggressive city at times.  And yet, on this day, there was such a sense of peace.  Of respect.  Of honor. Of Love, that overwhelmed my heart and made me thankful that a little vacation to a little place called Peru, opened up a new chapter in my life where I had the chance to contribute to a project of compassion, of heart, of meaning.  And on this day, the 15th year anniversary of 9/11 I can’t help but think of all those families who I spent moments with- being inspired by their strength, love and togetherness.  I will never forget.

 

 

Culture, Life, Travel

an American in Paris

For many years, my traveling has been ever growing and expanding into new countries, new areas across the globe.  Though I must say I’ve always had a love for France, even before ever arriving for the first time.  And yet, it’s a constant theme that comes up in my life.   Then once I decided to “move to Paris” for a while, the signs continued to be more apparent and consistent.  Signs of Paris were everywhere.  Perhaps I’ve succumb to subliminal messaging that lead me to Paris for my 3 month sojourn, and however it ended up happening, it will by far be one of the best gifts I’ve even given myself.  The time and freedom to LIVE.  And to live it up in one of my favorite places on earth, Paris.

After booking a one way ticket to Paris, not knowing anyone or even knowing how long I would truly stay, I boarded an American flight to CDG knowing I was about to embark on a life changing adventure.  And at the time I simply thought of it as time to enjoy life, no expectations, no goals needing to be fulfilled- other than taking in all that his incredible city had to offer.  And that’s exactly what I did!

Upon my return, I’ve had many ask me for an itinerary around the city of Lights.  Though in reality, Paris has so much to offer that it’s a bit of a tough question to answer without giving a little bit of all of it.

From the world famous museums and world class cuisine, to the art of simply sitting street side in a cozy cafe watching this bustling city, overwhelming you with it’s beauty and history.

However, there are many musts in Paris.  Although I absolutely love wandering around aimlessly to be sure not to miss a thing (Clearly I’ve got some FOMO when it comes to this place) you must ride the metro.  It’s so convenient and fairly simple to make your way from neighborhood (arrondissements) to another.  And considering this city has so much to offer, you want to be sure to maximize your trip by letting the efficient metro system guide you around Paris’s underground.  A few MUSTS on my list:

  1. An afternoon spent leisurely winding your way up and down the historic hills of Montmartre.
  2. Tea at the Grand Mosque….along with a sweet treat.  A heavenly way to relax and enjoy your day in the Latin Quarter.
  3. This goes without saying…a jaunt up the Tour Eiffel.  I mean…you ARE in Paris after all.
  4. Rent a Velib bike.  It’s such a fun and exciting way to see the city.  At times a bit sketchy, riding along the traffic of the city….though a great adventure, just the same!
  5. A cocktail at sunset at the stunningly beautiful, Peninsula Hotel- gorgeous views and if there’s a chill in the air, they offer cozy warm throws to ensure your experience is truly top notch.
  6. If time allows for a day excursion out of Paris:  Versailles and Giverny.  At Versailles you can explore Napoleon’s former home, gardens, and more.  You could spend an entire day simply within the grounds at Versaille alone.  Touring the palace is another day in itself. Or head off to the incredibly small and charming place of Giverny where Claude Monet called home and painted some of his most noteworthy and visually stimulating masterpieces.
  7. Jazz Night in Paris.  Take a step back in time to enjoy one of the best neighborhoods to listen to some jazz at any of the numerous clubs located at Chatelet.  Around this area you will find a slew of jazz clubs and plenty of bars to keep you entertained ’til the wee hours of the morning.
  8. The Catacombs….although rather creepy and bizarre and oddly a site I was eager to explore.  This estuary is the burial site for over 6 million.  It is said that more people are buried underneath Paris that live above it.  Going down in the depths of the catacombs is an experience within itself.
  9. Although it sounds so cliche, simply sitting at a cafe for hours is still one of my favorite “things to do” in Paris.  You get to see the diversity, the excitement, the style of the city walk by while you sip away on some delicious rose?  Not a bad way to enjoy life in general, I’d say.
  10. Museums, Museums, Museums.  Paris is home to some of the most sensational art collections around the globe.  Save yourself the agony of the insane lines that tend to be a part of the museum experience.  Book your ticket in advance on-line.  Trust me.  Pre-planing makes for maximization of your time…and your sanity.
  11. And since it’s not my style to only give the minimum…one more is necessary.  A visit to Parc des Buttes Chaumont is a beautiful treat.  A simply gorgeous park that also plays home to Rosa Bonheur, a quaint little bar in the heart of the park.  Perfect way to spend an evening in the park, with a delicious bottle of rose.  Incredible date spot or a memorable night out with friends.  Highly recommend.

Above and beyond a few highlights, simply take a few moments to let yourself get caught up in the music of the underground.  Some of the most talented and gifted musicians play throughout the stations to further inspire you along on your adventure.  There is so much to savor in Paris- from the flavors, to the sights, to feeling the history as you stroll past the architecture that seems to be untouched after all this time.  The reality is that Paris is there to offer you whatever you want…it’s up to you to dive in with reckless abandon and let the city show you all you seek.  Enjoy the adventure, mes amies!!

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Life, Travel

Winter Nights and Northern Lights

My strong desire to see Iceland was pretty simple- I needed to see the Northern Lights. It’s what drove me there, in all honesty.  What I didn’t realize is that seeing the Northern Lights is not something that is guaranteed.  Apparently, the Northern Lights come and go in few day cycles so the best bet to ensure a sighting is to be there for at least a week.  And to venture far out of the cities.  Though most importantly to check the aurora forecast every morning and be willing to change up your agenda, if need be to get to the area where the sky are clear and lights visible.  http://www.northernlightsiceland.com/northern-lights-forecast/

My experience in witnessing the Northern Lights was far better than I even imagined.  This day, however, was a white knuckle stressful day of travel from Reykjavik to Skaftafell for our Glacier hike was beyond hellacious.  We started the morning around before 7 am to ensure ample time to make it for our 1 pm glacier guided tour. The snow/hail/rain that we encountered made for a long and, at times, a rather stressful journey.  After being on the road for 6 hours we arrived at Glacier Guides for our tour starting at 1:00 at 1:01.  Literally just missed the tour but moments.  Thankfully, as fate would have it, we waited for the next tour in hopes that others, like us, may bail out and we can hop in on their time slot.  It ended up being even better, as we had the chance to have an phenomenal tour of the glacier and caves and finished our hike at sunset.  Spectacular.  Truly memorable experience, gazing over ice and glaciers at the closing of the day, in the perfect light of the night sky.  Had no idea that this was only the beginning of our magical night.

We booked a last minute reservation for Hotel Lambafell, a log cabin like, mini estate in the middle of nowhere, sitting perfectly at the foothill of a mountain.  Upon our arrival we immediately found our way to the jacuzzi in the back yard (though in reality it was more like an entire open field, miles of land, that belonged to only us)  Magical in itself.  Though the true magic began about 45 minutes later.  Enjoying some wine and the company of new friends, the sky began to light up with one green trail that quickly turned into an entire sky of green and purple.  From finger-like chandeliers to swirling and dancing across the sky.  It was by far one of the most spectacular things I’ve witnessed thus far in my life.  I was so inspired, so much in awe, I couldn’t get out of the jacuzzi to get my iPhone to capture it.  This was the one time in my life that I wanted to just truly be present and not miss a thing.  The night and lights finished around 3 am.  Though even then, when falling asleep, we swore the lights were still circling above us as we closed our eyes to sleep for the night.  This experience was something that truly touched my soul in that moment.  To share the space with good people, great wine and one of the most fantastic “light shows” in the world.  Life is beautiful.  Get out there and explore, my friends!  Oh and if you ever need a travel buddy, I’m always down!

 

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The glory of the glaciers, Skaftafell
The glory of the glaciers, Skaftafell

 

Culture, Travel

Iceland, the land of magic

For a few years now, I’ve wanted to check out the magical mystery of Iceland.  Though to be honest, it wasn’t quite at the top of the list.  Though timing just happened to be perfect for a new excursion in what would end up being one of the most unique adventures of a lifetime!  And like most wanderlust spirits, there are many places that we’re naturally drawn to, from a passion to experience a new culture, new land or simply to explore and experience life in some place that is foreign to us.  Then there’s Iceland, which offers all of that and then some!!

Often when booking trips, I do a bit of preliminary research, “instagram scouring” and the like, though I typically wait to commit to plans, until I’ve had a chance to take in some of the local suggestions to ensure I’m fully able to indulge in all the flavors, sights and culture of the country once there.

I grabbed a gal pal, scored a deal on WOW Air, booked a spectacular Airbnb flat and off we went.  We arrived at the crack of dawn on a freeeeeeezing winter day, after no sleep on your standard red eye and yet fired up and inspired to take it all in.  We took the first day to wander the streets and harbor of Reykjavik.  It’s a quaint little city and quite small indeed.  In fact, the entire population of Iceland is approximately 300,000 so you can imagine, the city tends to feel rather familiar in no time at all.  Which, in turn, makes it even more welcoming!  In fact, it’s so small that even as we drove for hours and miles out in the middle of nowhere, we still managed to run into the same couple all around the Island- on three separate occasions.  Sadly, however, this did not mean a run-in with Bjork as I was hoping.

After checking out our new “home” for the next week we headed off to check out Þingvellir National Park, which is a beautiful drive through vast snow covered, and at times, quite barren land.  With that being said, let me suggest that whenever there’s a gas station along the drive whether on the golden circle or simply around Iceland- stop.  This was suggested to me and I was beyond thankful to be overly cautious about it as there were times when it felt as though gas or no gas, you could easily get stranded out on the road.  The funny thing about Iceland is you’ll see at many souvenir shops items that say: I Survived Iceland.  And although funny and cheeky in some ways, it’s legit.  From the driving to some activities- it can be an bit intense experience. From within the park, we toured around the see the famous Geysir and Gullfoss waterfall that are located within the park.  They’re in close proximity to one another, so it’s a great way to check off and enjoy both wonders in the same afternoon.

Day 2, after a few drinks celebrating our arrival and first night out…oh and a few hours of sleep (Jet lag….what’s Jet lag when you’re running on pure adrenaline and enthusiasm!) , we were once again off for another day of exploration.  We arrived again in the park with some time to spare for a hike around to see some sights before our first Icelandic adventure began.  Snorkeling in a balmy -2 degrees celsius at Silfra.  This is the only place in the world where you can dive between two continents   Although the thought of immersing yourself in such frigid waters for a tour seems not overly welcoming, it is by far something that must be seen.  So, toughen up for an hour or so, throw on your flippers and dive on in!  The stunning turquoise waters and unique experience will be worth your while.  Plus, when else can you swim between and touch two continents at the same time.  Don’t miss it.

As you venture off throughout the country, be sure to keep your eye out for the Icelandic horses, typically hanging out on the side of the road…simply waiting for your arrival and adoration.  Which is not hard to do, as they are simply adorable creatures!  In fact, there is much to see along the way.  From waterfalls on the side of the road, to stunning landscapes for miles and miles, the road trip itself reinforces the idea of enjoying the journey….not just the destination.  So, with some good tunes, a full tank of gas, a big cup of Joe and a spirit ready for adventure, the road and all it’s sights await you within Iceland.  Enjoy the ride!

 

 

Travel

Portlandia. Land of the nicest people in America.

I’m not one who has cable.  Havent had it for several years, come to think of it.  So when everyone talks about Portlandia, I don’t have much of a reference point other than I’ve understood Portland to be a very earthy, hipster vibe, somewhat wierd like Austin, kind of town.  Last weekend, I had the chance to sample it for myself.  I had a Southwest voucher that was about to expire and I’ve always wanted to check out Oregon, so off I went.  To explore.  To venture into new territory.

Luckily, one of my besties lives in Washington, so she hopped onto my last minute journey and met me there.  This was a quick trip, so time was of the essence.  Although I arrrived late, so we decided to check out Departures at The Nines.  This was our kind of place- late night dining, fabulous views with a rooftop to boot, we enjoyed plenty of QT to catch up while sipping in the best of Portland.  And this was just the beginning.

We ended our evening around 3, when I simply couldn’t form sentences any longer….and were up bright and early at 8 am.   How can you not be when there are Voodoo Doughnuts to enjoy and an entirely new city to explore.  We, however, opted for an experience at Hunnymilk to start our day.  A funky little, pizza place at night, turned brunch spot on the weekends.  I heard about this place from a friend who suggested I go as Alex, the owners girlfriend, hosts inspired brunches that encourage letter writing and creativity.  She provides everything you would need to explore your creative writing…and or to simply put together a quick “Thinking of you.”  Hunnymilk offers an incredibly welcoming experience and unique food offerings as well.  I’d highly suggest a weekend stop-in.

After my sugar high kicked in (from indulging in a Mimosa (Think: Ice Cream Float), Waffles with Whip and Sprinkles and a Egg Sammy on a doughnut, complimented with maple goodness bacon.  How I made it through the rest of the day, still impressed…though it was worth the caloric overload.

Needless to say, we needed to work it out so off to Forest Park we went to enjoy America’s largest urban forest.  This place is absolutely picturesque and exactly what I envisioned Oregon looking like.  From it’s lush forestry to the incredibly enticing smell of Dirt.  Or perhaps its fresh air.  From the moment you step off the plane, you can smell the intoxicating scent of Nature.  Ahhhhh, Clean air and plenty of it.

After a quick change, we decided to check out some shopping.  I mean, it is a girls trip afterall.   And Shopping in Oregon is TAX FREE.  Need I say more?  There were many adorable boutiques downtown, and especially in the Pearl District.  Although it is tax free shopping, to be honest, I found most stores to be fairly pricey.   We lucked out, as there was a sample sale happening where I picked up a few pieces at a much sweeter price.  We also stopped into Radish Boutique.  They had a variety of eclectic and rather darling items.  Some of which were, coincidentally from San Diego.  Though the best thing about this place was the sweet woman working.  She gave us the most amazing referral of places to go that night.  And I can honestly say that all of the places we made it to were Insane!

Which leads me to the fact that people in Portland may just be the nicest people in the America.  Helpful…Actually courteous…Down home relatability.  Not only friendly, but helpful to guide you on your path….or create a path for you!  Which was more of the case for me, this trip, being a first timer to this lovely city.

Here’s what I’d say about the Nightlife:
Kennedy School– sadly, a missed opportunity, though I hear its quite the unique spot to enjoy a great night out in Portlandia.  However, our night started off with a stop off to Rontom’s – a sweet spot with a stellar patio.  Dark and ambient inside, fire places and cozy seating featured throughout the inside…with the same dark essence continued outside on the patio.  Picnic tables and communal seating makes for a fun way to connect with people. Coming from Southern California, this was quite refreshing to see that people actually go out to mix and mingle with other people!  Loved it…social scene, above par!

Next stop on our grassroots tour de Portland…
Doug Fir.  This place, upon arrival was reminiscent of a former Denny’s location, converted into a bustling nightscene.  From restaurant, to the bar, to the downstairs live music venue-even a gigantic Sasquatch to grab a selfie with….essential.  This place is great!  And thats just the inside.  Outside, there are cozy fire pits where our meeting of new friends continued.  In fact, my friend and I picked up an adorable couple who was too much fun to leave behind as we departed for our next and final stop to Dig a Pony.  From the outside it actually appeared to be a chill restaurant vibe, and yet it couldnt be further from the truth as this place was going off!  The DJ was spinning old school jams that I’m sure most of the crowd had never even heard of before and yet it didn’t matter.  Old school, new school.

The last dance came and went and it was time for us to say good night to a new and certainly adored city of Portland.  Thanks for the good vibes, good tunes and the hospitality that made it most memorable.  I heart u Portlandia. xo

 

Fashion, Travel

A day of Iconic history and fashion…then again, it IS Paris.

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Yesterday, I had an overload of stunning handbags, as I went to the original Goyard boutique on Rue St. Honore, as well as a visit to Rue Cambon, to the original and mind blowing Chanel store (which just also happens to be where Coco herself resided, and now also houses Karl Lagerfeld’s office on the 3rd floor)  Talk about feeling the love for Chanel!

I decided after living in Paris for close to 3 months, it was time to indulge.  And indulge I did.  My original intent was to finally purchase the signature Goyard tote as a sweet souvenir to return home with.  However, I instead treated myself to a little something at Chanel and topped it off with a little champs in-store, to officially celebrate this fine day.  There’s something truly special to the service offered in these boutiques.  No wonder people come back for more, as you’re truly queen for the day.  Or at the very least, while splurging!

Spending time at the original Chanel store offers more than beautiful couture, it offers a rich history into one of the most prestigious brands in the world.  Knowing Coco spent time here, diligently deliberating over every detail to ensure the highest quality and fashion is enough to inspire any fashionista.  Every detail in ensuring the most welcoming visit to the store, even includes fitting rooms that just may happen to be larger than your petite hotel room!  Along with a gorgeous Chanel robe to sport, in between fittings, of course.  Hands down, the entire experience is simply, Tres chic!

After having the chance to spend an afternoon with some of the best brands in Paris and certainly some of the best shopping offered on Rue St. Honore, it was time to give thanks for enjoying some incredible materialistic finds by spending some time at the historic La Madeleine.  La Madeleine is a historic Catholic church located nearby in the 8th arrondissement.  Luckily, I stumbled in just as service was starting.  Being there to hear the prayers and hymns in french was a unique and powerful experience in itself.  No better way to finish the day, than to be able to indulge in some of the best of Paris, through Couture,  then wrapping up the day by experiencing one of the most historic monuments in Parisian history.  An iconic day all in all.  Bon soir, my sweet Pareeeee!

 

 

Fashion, Travel

The coldest summer I’ve ever spent was not in San Francisco…

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For my lovely hometown of sunny San Diego, summer is in full swing…Even now in September!   I see many postings from back home, that the heat is simply unbearable for many local San Diegans.  The reality is, and as I’ve always said, summer truly begins in August and goes to at the very least, October in SUN Diego.   In fact, I can recall on many occasions during my fall fashion shows, having  to order several large fans as well as  personal fans for the attendees, so as not to break out into a sweat while checking out some of the best in fall fashion. A bit ironic, wouldn’t you say?

Though I must admit, I just spent the coldest summer I’ve known right here in Paris. Sure there were scorching hot days, especially when traveling via the Metro. However, for the most part, my summer wardrobe quickly expanded to being mostly jackets, long sleeves and pants. Yet another anomaly, as I don’t typically even wear pants back home in Southern California.  Although my nickname for years has been Franci Pants, and part of it due to the fact that I am never seen wearing pants. What can I say, I’m a dress wearing kind of gal. (Even growing up on the east coast, my poor mother would have to put pants on underneath my dresses as a child, as I simply refused to wear pants!)   However, just as the seasons change, so must this girl and her “dressing” habits!  As Paris has certainly changed me.  And it has taught me how to rock some amazing pants, at that!  This, in addition to wearing flats and tennis shoes every day, I’m a new woman…With Parisian influence of course!  I’m sure that my feet are thanking me, for this new way of living, considering the miles I used to walk daily, in my 5 inch heels.

So here I sit, in chilly Paris (now surrendering to the fact that it’s officially fall here), along with my new love of pants and a pair of…need I say it, actually comfortable shoes that don’t pain me?!   I have so much to thank Paris for on this incredible journey of living here over the last few months and I suppose that my feet and  my new wardrobe shall give a little  thanks as well.

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. – Mark Twain  (I’m sure if Mr. Twain were here with me, he would probably agree that it’s been a fairly chilly summer/early fall here in Pareeee)

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Fashion, Travel

Luxury on the Cote D’Azur

The French Riviera…known to play host to the elite of the elite!!   And Monico certainly is one of the top destinations to experience the luxury of the Cote D’Azur!

After arriving by train from Nice I wonder if the immaculate streets to discover once again, what this lovely town had to offer.  And to no surprise I was delighted to see that Monica was all that I remember and much more!!

You see my first trip was when I was back in University while studying abroad in England, backpacking around Europe.  Needless to say, my experience back then was a bit more simplistic, though just as memorable.  This time, however, I was out to seek out all the luxury I could take in.

From the top of the hill, you wind your way through a shopping center to find modern structures the house the finest in global brands- Saint Laurent, Celine, Chanel, Dior, Bottega Vaneta, Fred and Louis Vuitton all en route to the world famous, and simply sensational Grand Casino!

Even once you arrive at this picture us casino there is even more in store,  with literally even more stores, need I say Valentino?!  And if you’re ready to don your new wares at the always ambient Buddha bar after celebrating your winnings at the casino, you’re in luck as it’s just steps away!  Just be sure you’re on your winning streak, to ensure happy shopping afterwards.

Luck be a Lady, in the lap of luxury, and on the stunning blue coast of the Cote D’Azur.  Bonne chance my fellow fashionistas and gamblers alike!

 

Life, Travel

Ooh La La, Le Marais

Le Marais, what I’ll always remember as a spicy, edgy, phenomenal place to get lost for hours- enjoying the quaint streets, the small boutiques and some of the best shopping in all of Paris.  These petite streets are beyond charming.  It’s almost as if they’re enticing you to stroll along to get consumed within it for an entire afternoon.

One of my favorite spots to add to my wardrobe, with weekly visits to the SANDRO Stock store.  Even now, back in the US, I’m so thankful for my find in this store, as I got the chance to bring home all my beloved French fashion at a fraction of the cost that I’d find here at home.  There’s also a Zadig & Voltaire store in the neighborhood as well.  Plenty of vintage finds can be found here, too.  And in Paris, it’s always worth a look as you never know what brands and unique pieces you can discover.  Be sure to peek around in alley ways and what seem to be low profile entries to boutiques as they can be some of the best!  I found a $600Euro french couture dress for $100 Euro, just because my curiosity drug me into this side street boutique.

Though above and beyond shopping, the Marais offers some of the most deliciously flavorful eats and treats.  From kebabs and falafels for roaming the streets, to scrumptious crepes filled with anything that suits your fancy.  Sundays a sweet day to explore the Marais when all the bakeries and restaurants are bustling and the streets are filled with excitement.

Sights and details to note, when in the Marais:
Place des Vosges- which just so happens to be Paris’s oldest square and quite picturesque.  An absolute perfect place to enjoy a picnic, or a gelato while enjoying this historic square and some shade.

Pablo Picasso Museum- 5 Rue de Thorny
A spectacular collection of classics, along with Picasso’s personal archives.  From paintings and sculptures to many little discoveries along the way.  One of my favorites!!

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!  Sunday is the day for hustle and bustle in this normally cozy, charming quarter.  Streets are closed to allow for pedestrians exploration and strolling about.  So, if you’d like to experience a Marais to yourself, do so during the week day!

Victor Hugo’s Home–6 Place des Vosges
If you’re feeling like stepping back into time and indulging in even more history, take a tour of Victor’s very own home.

Hotel De Ville– Home to the municipality of Paris dating back to 1357, also home to the Mayor.