My Louis Vuitton luggage is rugged as I
excitedly get out my precious dresses and jewellery
I have been saving my best dresses for this trip
These garments have waited years to be worn
and are faintly whispering gratitude as they delight in being in the City of Lights
Holding them upon my body,
I listen as they tell me which museums they want to attend
my Paris street style is almost ethereal
pale pink and paler greens echo through my ensemble
I find myself popping back to the hotel morning, afternoon and evening so I can wear a
new dress for each new place
Not that I brought many clothes with me
I simply bought more
The hotel lobby stands warmly welcoming guests and bidding farewell in mere minutes.
Inside Galeries Lafayette
I catch my reflection and see my
Cheeks cerise
Lipstick fading from all the treats of
Angelina Paris
Hair teased wildly from hurriedly walking to and from cafes, museums the metro and back again.
After walking through the Jardin des Tuileries, I take delight in my French soles keeping their elegance after all these hours
Alone at night I slip into a silk robe,
the colour of morning champagne
I look in the mirror one last time
knowing that tomorrow I have to return back home, to the chaos of my life
This whirlwind of charm is coming to an end
but I know I can always come back, and maybe next time with the man I love.
For Paris is a place where dreams come true and life becomes magic and ethereal…
Poem from poetry book Bohemian Love
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