(thrifted dress, no name sandals and bag, vintage Escada belt, H&M rings and vintage earrings)
EN: “Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amelie and Moulin Rouge. The Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, although I have no idea what the function of either actually is. Napoleon, Marie Antoinette, and a lot of kings named Louis. I’m not sure what they did either, but I think it has something to do with the French Revolution, which has something to do with Bastille Day. The art museum is called the Louvre and it’s shaped like a pyramid and the Mona Lisa lives there along with that statue of the women missing her arms. And there are cafes and bistros or whatever they call them on every street corner. And mimes. The food is supposed to be good, and the people drink a lot of wine and smoke a lot of cigarettes.
I’ve heard they don’t like Americans, and they don’t like white sneakers.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
I’ve heard they don’t like Americans, and they don’t like white sneakers.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
So I’ve wanted to visit France for as long as I can remember but I’ve never been there. I have never seen Paris, I have never visited Versailles, I have only seen the Eiffel Tower in pictures and everything I know about Musée du Louvre I learned from stories. In fact, the closest I’ve been to Paris is walking through Paris Street, Bucharest, Romania.
Would love to visit…But what I would especially want to see are the Lavender fields in Provence, France.
Take long walks through endless fields of bright purple and delicate mauve, absorb their sight and smell their aroma. What a treat! And while I haven’t been lucky enough to make that a reality yet, I take whatever I can get. Whether that be a simple bunch of dried lavender, a lavender perfume or a huge field of sunflowers that makes me think about the southern part of France…
RO: N-am fost niciodata in Franta.
Eiffel ul il stiu din povestiri, Luvrul din poze iar castelele de pe valea Loirei le-am intalnit la ora de franceza dintr-a 6a. Am niste Chanel in dulap, am si Dior, am si Lanvin, toate evident pescuite din second handuri. Imi place Charles Aznavour, Amelie, mai am si niste vederi, carti, si-am avut parfumuri frantuzesti (d’alea pe bune, nu luate de la băeţi). Si mai am si-o cana mare, adusa de la Disneylandul din Paris.
La Paris insa am fost.
In sectorul 1, pe strada Paris din Bucuresti.
Am un regret totusi ca n-am apucat sa vad turnul…L-am intrebat pe Chiliman, a zis ca nu e gata. Sa mai stau.
Trecand insa peste apropierea mea vadit nula fata de Franta, ar mai fi o chestie la care am bucurii, pe langa cele de mai sus. Campurile de lavanda. N-am vazut niciodata, nici nu stiu sa existe pe la noi, dar mi-ar place grozav sa am asa ceva in fata ochilor! Sa vad, sa pipai, sa miros, sa ma plimb, sa zac tolanita acolo pana ma uita Ăl de sus.
Si m-as imbraca asa. Ca-n pozele astea.
(Cine are senzatia ca sunt undeva la dracu-n praznic, pe-un drum de tara, la şutit de floare a soarelui, galbena, producatoare de samanta, nu vede bine. In realitate, aia e lavanda mov, eu o ard prin Provence iar rochia-mbulinata e YSL. Scris cu markeru’ pe eticheta)
