Paris: Up, Up and Away with the Angels
By Theadora Brack
“Yoo-hoo!” as my Aunt Doris liked to say. Trekking to Paris during the months of December or January? Mad about shopping sprees? This post is for you. ’Tis the season to be jolie, so grab your tasseled handbags and batons. Let’s go conduct some retail business.
Here are a few dates to keep in mind while planning your jaunt to the City of Light. The “Soldes d’hiver 2015” (big winter sales) will launch on Wednesday, January 7, and continue through Tuesday, February 10. Prices start to drop and keep on dropping, so it’s a judgment call as to whether to start early and get the best selection, or go later on and get the best deals. To be perfectly honest, I do both!
That’s not all, Folks: The grand magasins typically launch their “Vitrines de Noël” (holiday window displays) during the month of November. It’s always quite a show. Heads-up: Stay tuned for the report with beaucoup photographs. I always snap the night away.
Lumière! Moteur! Action!
In the meantime, let’s trip the flashback fantastique into another recent window-shopping dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of the mind. That’s right. In celebration of the promised return of David Lynch’s “Twin Peaks” television program in 2016, let’s get a little surreal with a “damn fine cup of coffee” and a little roll along Boulevard Haussmann, shall we? Hang on to your hats.
Dear Log Ladies and Gents
The windows at Printemps definitely stopped me in my fast-prancing tracks. With glee, I pressed my nose up against the window. Spellbound, heck, I was transfixed by the blitz of zigzags and big bits of broken furniture.
Inspired by David Lynch’s cult classics like Eraser Head, Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks, and Mulholland Drive, each vitrine rocked a trippy, futuristic vibe, which I fully embraced, along with the asymmetrical skirts—all a flare and oh, so Judy, Judy, Judy Jetson-worthy. Lynch is always a hit with the locals—and with me, too.
Fly me to the Moon
Snapping to it: After eyeballing the space age garb, I then shot up to the rooftop at Printemps. Let me now introduce my current favorite post-shopping haven. It’s true. The wine is affordable and the panoramic view is free. It’s another one of those win-grin-sins.
As the sun set slowly in the west, I was able to hobnob it on the roof with the Tour Eiffel, the Opéra Garnier, and Sacré Coeur, while recharging my spirit, soul, and soles with the dramatic cloud formations, the to-the-horizon boulevards and buildings of Haussmannian architecture, and an endless stream of infectious tunes by Pharrell Williams, piped in on some discreetly placed speakers for the maximum mood set.
And as sappy as it sounds, I found myself feeling truly happy, drumming my fingertips in time with the music. Bells were ringing. Tranquil yet revived, I felt like a phoenix or one of those Wim Wenders angels, gazing down on the marvelous mortals below while feeling all cheery and teary in my catbird seat. Where is the love? Trust me. It’s up here by the potted plants. As Edith Piaf would croon, “La Vie en Rose” indeed!
Or, as F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper in Twin Peaks put it: “Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee. Like this.”
Yes. Exactly like this.