Her morning elegance

Anywhere-but-here girl

  • 13th October
    2011
  • 13
So I am back from France.  What can I say - it is absolutely beautiful and wonderful and fantastic; but then, again, it’s really no news.  I love just about everything about this country. I love the language - so sensual and hard to pronounce; and even their swearwords sound like poetry (given that you don’t know what they mean, haha). I love the way french women dress. They are not afraid to be feminine, to be elegant, and how effortlessly sexy and beautiful and natural they look. I love the fact that they have a 2-hour lunch break, and almost everyone goes to a restaurant and has a three-course lunch with a glass of wine. Oh, this French cafe culture. The smell of coffee and the hiss of the espresso machine. A place to sit and read, write or watch the world go by.  The French seem to really be working to live, not living to work. They enjoy life at its fullest and surround themselves with beautiful things. This esthetic part - you feel it literally everywhere - how they dress (again), how they serve their food, how their streets look like; but this beauty is not of a cold, sleek, untouchable kind - it’s… effortless and a little chaotic.  I left my heart there. Unconditionally and irreversibly. 

So I am back from France. 

What can I say - it is absolutely beautiful and wonderful and fantastic; but then, again, it’s really no news. 

I love just about everything about this country. I love the language - so sensual and hard to pronounce; and even their swearwords sound like poetry (given that you don’t know what they mean, haha).

I love the way french women dress. They are not afraid to be feminine, to be elegant, and how effortlessly sexy and beautiful and natural they look.

I love the fact that they have a 2-hour lunch break, and almost everyone goes to a restaurant and has a three-course lunch with a glass of wine.

Oh, this French cafe culture. The smell of coffee and the hiss of the espresso machine. A place to sit and read, write or watch the world go by. 

The French seem to really be working to live, not living to work. They enjoy life at its fullest and surround themselves with beautiful things. This esthetic part - you feel it literally everywhere - how they dress (again), how they serve their food, how their streets look like; but this beauty is not of a cold, sleek, untouchable kind - it’s… effortless and a little chaotic. 

I left my heart there. Unconditionally and irreversibly. 

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