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December 8th, 2009
Getting lost is not so bad. Look what I found in Paris..
A vintage Chanel clutch at Vintage Paris.
I was feeling adventurous.
By that I mean,I felt like walking the Marais with no specific goal.
It’s a wonderful thing to do. There are wonderful shops to discover like VINTAGE PARIS, which has a great selection of old pieces from Chanel, Hermes and Gucci to name a few.
I also discovered another shop that I OVER THE MOON recommend: CHRISTOPHE LEMAIRE.
It turns out he designs for LaCoste, but his little store has some very exquisite clothing made mostly in Japan with some of the best fabrics you you’ll ever touch or lay eyes on.
Back to the getting lost story. Don’t go to the Marais between 5pm-7pm if you don’t know how to take the subway, or bus, if you don’t have a driver or don’t speak french too well.
YOU WILL NEVER GET A TAXI!!!!! They exist. They just stare you right in the face, like cows, wide eyed. Long story short they don’t like driving in Marais traffic at these hours.
One little lesson learnt in Paris.
This left me with one of the many times where I hated France!
But I’ll always love Paris. (It’s a case of true love)
I have a nice little sleeping pill story from Paris which i’ll write about on one of my nights of insomnia.
Back to the story sorry. I’m used to taxis fighting to pick me up in New York. Except on rare occasion where they pass me by and pick up a white passenger.
There I just wish them the worst things in hell. They deserve it.
I have another such story (not a taxi driver) just someone who drove their car into me. I shake at the memory of it. (I will tell that one too) but that person must be dead now or suffering really badly cause I wished him something worse than hell.
So let’s end on a lighter note.
I finally got picked up after waiting for two hours.
It was raining, just so i’ll have a nicer image for my story.
I ended up at a vintage magazine shop, I don’t remember the name now.
But I did discover some wonderful things, like this sentence from one of the many people I desparately called for advice on how to deal with being lost in the Marais.
“WHY DON’T YOU GO TO ALAIA, BUY A PAIR OF SHOES AND THEY’LL BE SURE TO GET YOU A TAXI.”
Sounds practical no?
