Paris Tête-à-Tête: Arts Update Teaser
Allo? Allo? C’est moi, Theadora!
From sunrise to sunset, I’ve been poking around Paris non-stop, creating a new master list of attractions. Donning my freshly bobbed hairdo (with full, blunt bangs—no less!) and a tailored Nancy Drew “investigative” cap, I’ve dedicated the last few weeks to visiting the new spring arts exhibitions in the city.
Monuments, museums and galleries—I’ve tried to leave no historic cornerstone, cobblestone (or gift shop boutique, even) unturned, see.
My eyes have seen the glory, along with few ghosts and goblins at the Musée d’Orsay, and phantoms over at the Opéra. I’ve also coveted beaucoup ballgowns and accessories by Poiret, Paquin, Vionnet, and the Callot Soeurs, along with Grès, Schiaparelli, and Balenciaga at the Hôtel d’Ville, before waiting hours for the dashing “Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí” at the nearby Centre Pompidou. Whew.
Juggling spectacles, I also ran away with the circus for one swell night at the Cirque d’hiver Bouglione in up-and-coming République. Monsieur Loyal’s one-ring “Eclat” show featured clowns, acrobates, trapézistes, and the sassy “Salto Dancers.” Imagine. Degas, Seurat, and Toulouse-Lautrec sat on these same red velvet seats! The cozy icosagonal-shaped house was packed to the gills!
Tip: The 2012-3013 season closes on Sunday, March 17th. If you’re currently in Paris, find a tiny car and get glee there immediately. I suggest buying your tickets in advance at the door. The website is a tad tricky. The seats in the very last row are just €12—but I’d spurge on one of the middle range cat bird seats! It’s worth every cent.
Calling all Downton Abbey fanatics, I’ve got a few historic house recommendations up my silky hand-sewn Poiret sleeve, I’m happy to report. For the love of shiny copper pots and pans, the “downstairs” kitchen at the Musée Nissim de Camondo is both BBC and Julia Child worthy. Hands-down, the “cuisine” is a showstopper, in my book. It still possesses a spirited vibe. I got chills.
Built in 1911, the design of the drop-dead gorgeous digs was inspired by Marie Antoinette’s Petit Trianon at Versailles. Sitting pretty on the edge of Parc Monseau, the Camondo is worth the trek. Let’s not forget to mention the classic black and white tile salle de bain with a view and hydronic heated towel warmers. C’est Magnifique. Yes, I am smitten.
Best assured—I’ve got the seasonal scoop. So do stay tuned! In the meantime, let’s get surreal at the “Dali” exhibition. Then we’ll crawl backwards to the Porte de Vanves Flea Market, and meet a few dolls from the 1950s. Pretty s’marvelous, I’d say. With the sun shining on our heads and shoulders, we’ll stop and smell the roses like there’s no tomorrow.
Clipping from Dalí, “There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction!”