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Heaven: Breizh Café style
Paris really should be for relaxation: soothing walks along the Seine, contemplation over a glass of red wine, sitting in a café to quietly people-watch. However, for the past week, my Paris has been alarmingly high-energy. Between learning to speak French (Sorry, what? This is sort of important?) and the ever-pressing national soldes, I've been a busy parisienne-in-training.
The sales have been somewhat disappointing this year, though I have managed to stock up on some favorite, often local brands, including a Vanessa Bruno cardigan w/ blazer detailing, an A.P.C print scarf, a draped COS frock and Viv Westwood's collaborative Melissa wellies. I also found a velvet turban at Bon Marché, and am thrilled to report that I do not look, "bat-shit crazy in it." (Thank you for that, C).
Beyond the purchases themselves, shopping here always proves to be an incredible experience. I'll never get sick of wandering off onto a tiny street to explore independent boutiques. If there is one reason Paris shopping trumps that of NYC, it is because of this small but important thrill. Here, shopping is always an adventure, where you learn many lessons and meet even more people. This time, I found a new concept store in le Marais, Surface2Air, met an adorable French bulldog who does a superb job of protecting his master's vintage and discovered that I will never fit into leather leggings, no matter how many times I climb my stairs.
And since that is a lost cause anyway, I like to take advantage of these outings to try new food. Breizh Café has generated so much buzz for its unconventional crêpes that I would have felt guilty not stopping. I had ginger caramel buerre salé with ginger ice cream. As the best things often are, it was familiar and surprising at the same time.
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