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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

 

Culture, Fashion

Custom “Made in Italy”

As an American who has worked in the world of retail and fashion for most of my career, it was top on my list to explore, discover and purchase all the incredible “couture” I could find during my 3 months living abroad. My first week alone, I can recall walking…or rather, sprinting on a serious mission to find my new fashion mecca for something unique and oh so french.  Sadly, I was rather disappointed to find most of the boutiques were of the brands I’m already well versed in.  Not that I was disappointed to find the original Goyard, or strolling along streets that housed Dior, Kenzo, Louis Vuitton, Saint Laurent, and the like.  Though I was hoping to find my very own treasure trove.

After weeks in Paris doing my own “research” and coming up empty handed.  Ok, that’s not entirely true, as I was still scoring some incredible fashion-obviously.  I was not finding the Made In France finds I had hoped for.

So, before heading to the U.S., I went to Italy now completely determined to find something custom and rare throughout my tour-de-Italia!  Off to Florence, I went.  I mean, this is after all, the home to some of the top world renown brands that put Italian fashion on the map!  Although I did manage to find a few boutiques that offered Made In Italy labels, it wasn’t what I had dreamed up on my hunt. In addition to the fashion houses that call Florence home, you can also find the Gucci Museum as well as the Salvatore Ferragamo museum, which I personally LOVED.  It housed years of collections from the most glorious, gorgeous shoes a girl could dream of!  Needless to say, I was able to get my dose of fashion while in Florence, even if I didn’t find a new collection of “collectables” along the way.  Thankfully, however, I made up for my minimal shopping by consuming as much glorious pasta and vino I could get my hands on.  So much for shopping, time for a new Italian indulgence!

We travel to experience something new.  To experience new culture.  To enjoy a new viewpoint in life.  To FIND ITALIAN CLOTHING.  Luckily, I experienced new culture, appreciated the historic beauty and essence of Italy, though I came up empty handed in regards to discovering some new Haute Couture.  For me, it’s about exploring and discovering not only the local flavor and certainly the fashion.  Guess that means I’ll just simply have to be back again soon to Do it Again!  Ciao for now Couture…

Culture

Who takes the Bus?

When in Rio a few years ago, we took the bus to go from Leblon to Copacabana and to be honest I was a bit snobbish about it. I thought…Who takes the bus? However, my ignorance was based on the fact that Americans don’t often take the bus. Nor much public transportation for that matter. Especially in Southern California. The east coast, certainly a bit more, especially in the larger metro areas of Ny, Philly and DC. Though I’ve realize why. It’s highly inefficient there.

When working for Westfield I had a meeting in LA and refused to sit one more early and long morning in that insane 405 traffic. So I decided to take the train. Why not!  The train station is a mere two blocks from my little neighborhood of little Italy and seemed rather convenient and a nice experience. And it was. As For anyone who has taken the train along the Southern California coast will most likely agree that it is picturesque, as you travel along the spectacular coastline. However once you arrive in LA. That’s where the inefficiently comes into play. Upon arrival I had to then call an Uber to take a 45 minute ride to my office. And this was after 3 hours on the train. Mind you, without traffic LA is technically only a 2 hour drive. Though no traffic and LA really never go together. As I’ve even been stuck in traffic on the freeway in the middle of the night-Its that bad!
I arrived safely 4 hours later to my 4 hour meeting to then turn around and carpool with a colleagues for 5 hours home on the freeway. I’ve never been great with math though I can tell you that a 9 hour commute for a 4 hour meeting doesn’t seem to make much sense.  Put simply, that’s a commute that doesn’t compute!
So now. Here I am in Paris. No car. At the “mercy” of public transport. And I have to say I’m delightfully surprised at how well I’ve taken to it all!
For my final weeks of living in Paris, I’m residing in the “burbs” for yet another experience of my life in France. So, to get to the city of lights, I now either walk 30 minutes to the metro, or take a bus to the station, though you never quite know when it will show. Though I must say, it’s quite nice.  No worries about stressing on the freeway…Nutty drivers, commuters eating a breakfast burrito with one hand and applying mascara with the other. Just once in awhile, having to manage a fellow metro passenger nutcase.  And yes there are plenty of those. Nonetheless, it has been a delightful experience taking on the public transportation. And I can only hope that the states someday, somehow, someway find a way to offer efficient public transportation in future. Better for the environment and certainly better for our sanity!  Plus there’s often great entertainment in the corridors of the metro, even on the train themselves. Not to mention it’s been a great “life lesson” in seeing others be courteous to one another and showing random acts of kindness. Letting the elderly and or the ladies take their seat when the metro is packed like sardines or in helping an older woman bring her heavy suitcase up the metro stairs.  All of it truly warms my heart.  Manners….ahhh…oh so refreshing.  Now if only some of the smells on the metro were just as refreshing, we’d be fairly close to perfection!
Fashion

Scarfs and STRIPES forever *****

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Ok, so maybe not the Stars, though no doubt the Scarfs and the Stripes.  I’ve always thought of Parisians as wearing stripes, a beret and having a baguette in tow, each day.  And I have to say, I’m fairly close.  Maybe not so much the beret, but certainly stripes and baguettes.  And why wouldn’t you?  Paris by far, has the best bread around!  I honestly have no problem eating just a baguette for a meal, by itself-it’s That GOOD!  I’ve even heard they bake their baguettes with less glutens, which in my minds means it’s “healthy” and delicious….and guilt free!

Though as for the other French traditions it seems to be quite true. As I was a bit surprised to find that from Souvenir shops, to locals alike, Stripes can be seen everywhere in this town.  Which suits me just fine as I tend to think that stripes are just another Basic, like a plain colored tee.  I’ve historically not been much of a “print wearing kind of gal” that is until I started working with and representing brands like Custo Barcelona, Desigual and other International brands that have forced me to branch out of my traditional/classic mold.  Again, I was born in Lancaster, Pennsylvania- not really a place where they honor and cherish fashion per se. Though I have to say that  I simply love the fact that Parisians love their stripes!

As for scarfs- yet another must have item while in Paris.  It tends to rain a fair amount here. Which, quite honestly was news to me.  So along with your handy dandy umbrella, a scarf is another essential. Not only to change up and add a little “Je ne sais quoi” but also as a way to cover your newly coiffed “Do” and/ or to cover up and keep you from the chill in the air, especially during a sporadic and almost always guaranteed rain storm. As you’re bound to get caught in one!  So embrace the romance of these refreshing storms, just don’t get caught out in one, or be prepared to do so.

Therefore, if you are to find yourself headed to Paris and are like myself, a big fan of stripes, be sure to pack them up, pack them in…and you’ll fit right in!  All you’ll need is a baguette, in your tote, to finish off the final look and you’re ready for Paris, my sweet!

A True Parisian sporting her stripes...and on a Vespa-perfection!
A True Parisian sporting her stripes…and on a Vespa-perfection!

In true French Fashion...a full family of stripes!
In true French Fashion…a full family of stripes!

Stripes on the rooftop of Gallerie Lafayette. Oh and the at our Eiffel from behind!
Stripes on the rooftop of Gallerie Lafayette. Oh and the at our Eiffel from behind!

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at the Grand Palais, Paris
Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at the Grand Palais, Paris

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!

 

Fashion, Travel

What a difference a day makes…

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Like most places, when you’re a “stranger” in a new city (as they call foreigners here in Paris), there’s always adjustments to be made.  The continual joke for living here in Paris is that perhaps I’m too smiley for this town and that I somehow need to perfect my “resting bitch face!”  Well, today it seems I have mastered my RBF being out in the chilly rain.

From the simple things in life of getting around, buying groceries, even just ordering an espresso can be tough.  It can be challenging when you’re here, doing your best to be the person you are at home- yet a bit more subdued, a bit more quiet, a bit more Parisian, if you will.  I’m fine on that front, though it can be tough navigating your way through the world in a place that’s entirely new and different from the world you know at home.  Especially in the rain!

It’s not just the language barrier- there’s more than I’m sure I can even describe at this moment.  For instance, today it has been raining non-stop.  So, does that mean you stay indoors?  Or do you venture out in the pouring rain for a new adventure?  Well, that’s exactly what I did.  I went out in the rain to make the best of my day.  Yet again, poorly equipped for the conditions as I have sandals, ballet flats and other open toed shoes thinking It’s summer still here, after all?  WRONG.  I need boots.  So, yet again, clearly the shopping gods are supporting my habit by “allowing” me to do what I’m best at, each and every day.

As one day it’s sweltering, the next day it’s freezing…and then today, it’s pouring down rain.  So, here I sit with soaking wet feet, another pair of shoes ruined.  (currently we’re at pair #3) that have suffered the loss due to these unpredictable conditions and weather.

They say that tomorrow it will be hot once again….though, for now, it’s soggy feet, a turned upside umbrella and a new pair of shoes.  Looking forward to seeing you again hopefully soon, Sunshine!!  So, for now, I will simply have to listen to Sous le Soleil, since I can’t be under the soleil today!

Sous Le Soleil (Original Mix) Aurélia ft. The Major Boys