Oh, where do I even begin? I have been home for a few days now and I still keep catching myself smiling at nothing, the way you do when a place has quietly gotten under your skin. Paris in spring is exactly as soft and silly-pretty as I hoped, and I filled a whole camera roll (and a whole heart) with it. So here is my girly little diary, cobblestones and croissants and all, written for you while my suitcase is still half-unpacked on the floor.
I arrived to that particular kind of April light where everything looks freshly washed, and on the very first morning the blossom trees were already showing off. Pink everywhere. Of course I wore pink to match, because when the whole city dresses coquette you simply have to join in, don't you? I stood under one of those puffy cherry trees near the river for far too long, letting petals land in my hair, feeling very much like the main character of a soft little film only I could see.
Café mornings and cobblestone afternoons
My favourite ritual became the slow morning. I would find a tiny café with wobbly wicker chairs, order a café crème and a warm croissant, and just sit. No rushing, no phone in my face, only the street waking up around me. There is something about buttery pastry and a saucer that rattles when you set your cup down that makes you feel unhurried in the best possible way. I journalled a little, people-watched a lot, and let the cobblestones lead me wherever they wanted in the afternoons.
And the thrifting, oh my goodness. You know I cannot walk past a rail without a rummage, and Paris did not disappoint. I found the sweetest little vintage silk scarf, soft blush with the tiniest floral print, and a pretty second-hand blouse I have already been styling three different ways at home. I love that a piece carries a whole past life with it. If you like that sort of treasure too, some of my upcycled and thrifted bits eventually make their way onto my Depop, so keep a soft little eye there.
The girly, blossom-filled details
I leaned all the way into the princesscore of it all. Ribbons in my hair, soft-pink everything, a rosy blush to match the trees, ballet flats worn far past the point my feet forgave me. Being a redhead in a sea of blossom is a colour combination I did not know I needed, and I may or may not have filmed a whole GRWM on the balcony one morning purely because the light was too pretty to waste. My camera roll is basically petals, pastries, and me squinting happily into the sun.
If you want the moving version of all this, the little clips and the outfit spins live over on my Instagram, and I am slowly gathering the softest ones into a proper Paris vlog. Until then, you can always read a bit more about me and where I am wandering off to next on my about page. Thank you for letting me relive it out loud with you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have petals to press into a notebook. #liviasloves