This is how I, a self-confessed francophile, a macaron-loving walking cliché and a Paris café junkie, have always envisioned myself: In a two-bedroom corner apartment in the mind-boggling City of Light, balcony with iron railing flowers and a view included. The idea didn’t come after my first visit to the French capital and no, I didn’t stand in front of the Eiffel Tower and just blurted out “This is where I wanna live someday”. No, it didn’t happen after the two-episode Sex & the City finale, although I am planning to recreate the Carrie’s ladybug skirt look next time I’m there.
It has been a long road, my affair with Paris. It started courting me, it romanced me, it seduced me and of course, left me wanting more and more. So much more, that I have devoured all the expats in Paris memoirs for sale in Amazon, I have a drawer with the following label: “French movies/Movies in Paris/Movies about Paris”, I have French decor boards on Pinterest and I read blogs, expat blogs that feed my obsession and make me feel a little bit part of their wonderful world. I AM A FRANCOPHILE AND I’M NOT ASHAMED!
And the dream apartment? The one I drew? That’s exactly how I see it in my dreams. Mint and pink, classic French decor, cushions with my initials, lots of light, baroque mirrors, chandeliers, fresh peonies, fashion books for my gold painted coffee table and the nude Chanel 2.55 wouldn’t hurt. Me wearing the Dior bow scarf with a mint bustier while drinking champagne while doing absolutely nothing? That was part of my visions too, I promise! A girl can dream, right? Wait till you see my closet!
From Paris (my imaginary Paris, for the moment), bisous…
PS: This illustration will be part of my upcoming print boutique on Etsy! Coming soon!
Illustrations: Ana Sofia Alanis
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