Tank - Free People, Stripe Knit Dress - vintage, Jacket - True Religion, Boots - Belle by Sigerson Morrison, Hat - vintage
Our second day in Paris was filled with more beautifully colored streets, good food and cappuccinos, chic people on bikes, and neck strain from looking up so much at all the beautiful architecture of the buildings that lit up ever corner. Natalie and I started our morning bright and early in Notre Dame. We walked around the shops, grabbed a panini and coffee, and stumbled upon a tiny bookshop filled with a jumble of novels from all over the world. I got lost in all the beautiful picture books of Paris and dreamed about what more I needed to see the next time I would come back, which I hope happens sooner than later. Before meeting up with our friend Oliver, we found our way to Jardin of Luxembourg and people watched on a bench. Just the act of walking down any Paris street is such a treat. It was such a luxury to be able to appreciate these little things. To stop for a little while longer than normal just because something is nice to look at, a stranger is lovely to talk to, a friend stops to show us a building to explain the history behind it, the food at the corner restaurant smells delicious and we want to find out what it is exactly even though we just ate a meal . . . these are things we take for granted a lot nowadays. With a 9-6 job, work outside of work, time spent with family and friends, trying to go to the gym on a regular basis, updating the blog, going grocery shopping, taking my bike to the shop, trying to choose a cute outfit work, working for that promotion or raise, juggling a million things at one time . . . so much of life is go, go, go. It was nice to take a few days to forget about the rush of other things that take so much more priority in our everyday lives. Things we rush to get done because we can scratch them off the list just for the sake of scratching it off a list. The things we rush to get through so we can rush and get through more. Tiring and easily stressing ourselves out over little things that really should not make us feel so worrisome and unhappy. I definitely learned to stop and smell the roses on this trip, and this idea still has not left me. And I don't think it ever will. Take Sunday for example, right here in Philly. It was a rainy day and the city was pretty much quiet all around. Our day started slow and late, and the rain made our plan to visit the pumpkin patch possible go down the drain. But rather than chucking the idea out the window, my friends and I sucked it up and went and acted like we were kids again. Just the tiniest act of buying candy corn and munching on it while taking pictures in front of the rows and rows of pumpkins was all it took to make our Sunday totally cheesy yet utterly fantastic. It didn't matter that it was cold and rainy and nearly felt like winter. I was with my friends, new and old, and it was great. That is all that mattered.
More Paris pictures and memories to come :) xo