V A is a long standing and recognised digital creative; her voice resonates with many. In the last ten years, the site has developed into an online destination for fashion, beauty and lifestyle advice. Her sense of style, editorial flair and practical counsel offers an inspired and graceful approach to living.

V A is a long standing and recognised digital creative; her voice resonates with many. In the last ten years, the site has developed into an online destination for fashion, beauty and lifestyle advice. Her sense of style, editorial flair and practical counsel offers an inspired and graceful approach to living.

Edit by: Vicki
Nov 29, 2012

Paris: The Blue Hour

 

Somedays Paris looks blue… it’s the evening light.

 As the day draws to a close… the light waves her magic wand and tints the skyline.

 

 

Overlooking the Place de la Concorde I watched this light show.

 I looked on as the Parisians went about their routines… Looking down, it appeared to me to be like a merry-go-round… in and out… on and off… the cars raced around the Place de la Concorde and the bikes jostled in and out.. and all the while, the pedestrians crissed and crossed.

 La Grande Roue, the great Ferris Wheel that sits at the axis of the Place de la Concorde and the Champs Élysées turned constantly, flashing her lights and showing off the finest of views…miles and miles of visual beauty for the price of a ticket… and a chilly ride.


 

The golden dome of Les Invalides dominates the skyline with La Grande Roue… I wonder what Napoleon Bonaparte would think about sharing top billing with a joy ride.

 

 

 To the left of Les Invalides.

I saw the Musée d’ Orsay… the very grand railway station built in 1900.

I imagined the tick-tock of the clock and was reminded that the evening was settling in fast and furiously.

I thought of the brilliant movie Hugo, directed by Martin Scorsese and the clever manipulations that brought the Musée d’ Orsay into an animated world.

 

 

And back down on the street…

My favourite perfume store, Annick Goutal had gone blue for Christmas.

I love being sprayed with my scent in that way that Parisian women do… never straight on the skin but as a mist that generously coats the body.

I left feeling pampered and spoilt… fragrance is the way to my heart…

 

A ‘blue’ moment in Paris… it lasted all too briefly…  xv

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