Matt and I had a romantic weekend get away in early December – beautiful hotel on the Ile St Louis in Paris, foul weather, and lots of, well, nothing. We ate well, slept well (except for the first night when a rutting couple howled like the eponymous monkeys, intermittently from midnight until 6, due no doubt to the supposed levels of athletic ecstasy to which each was taking the other – as an aside, we were convinced we saw them the following late morning, bleary-eyed and clearly recently ‘attached’ – an older Lothario and a ditsy blonde. His ‘bonjour’ said Gitanes and ‘I know, I can still make em feel my loving is like no other lovers’ lovin’. We moved rooms), drank well, and meandered through our familiar parts of Paris in the way we usually do – the 3rd and 4th arrondisements (more chic – or more BCBG, in a gay way – and more polished year on year), bits of the centre, some further east. We made one trip up to Printemps and a brief excursion to the left bank, and I forced Matt into a couple of perfumeries to sniff stuff. But there was no Guerlain, no Caron, and only a quick pitstop at the Salons Shiseido (more time walking around it than in the store).
Cos, I know it’s blasphemy, but Paris is about more than perfume, people.
For us, that weekend, it was about being together, elsewhere.And for the first time, we personally felt the impact of the financial crisis, and without knowing it, this probably reigned in my potential for spending. The city was so expensive, with the pound now worth only slightly more than one euro. I don’t watch the pennies when I’m on holiday, and I had enough euros in my pocket from exhanging money earlier in the year, but even so… Goodness me. Now I understand how Americans felt when the pound was floating high at a $2 rate – days long gone, even with an interewst rate floating just above 0%…So I bought no perfume. A little tea from a couple of well-known places, a candle from Diptyque (a Paris habit of mine) which turned out to be more expensive than buying it in London, and some foodie stuff. That’s all. I’ve told you I’m not right keen on shopping, haven’t I?
So, that’s all I have to write. The year’s almost over, and two days of meetings and hectic work concerns have fried my brain. We go away for Christmas on Saturday, and I have a lot of cleaning, tidying, packing, present-wrapping and sundry other stuff to do. Though I’m less present in comments and posts than I used to be, this place is still one of light and love for me, and I thank Patty and March for letting me be a part of it, even if half my posts and guff and guffle.Love to you all, and merry Christmas if you celebrate, and happy holidays even if you don’t.
One last task before I leave you – suggest a seasonal scent I can slip in my suitcase on saturday morning, and why I should take that one. It’ll help end my usual dithering on the matter, I hope. xxx