Roland Garros is a perfect timing for encouraging world-wide conference attendance in Paris, so each year there are speeches to be outlined, presentations to be prepared, meeting lists to be reviewed in between end of May and the beginning of June. This is so Avenue Montaigne/George V/Place Vendome. Even if I end up spending all day in between five-star hotels and banks, the architecture is always such that you remember you are in Paris, and not in yet another anonimus HQ or hotel chain.
The good thing about Paris is that once the long working day is over there are friends to visit, lots of things to catch up on at a bistro on Place du Commerce and shopping groceries and food with a friend for a healthy home-made dinner. Some things never change.
Some other do change. How came all women in Paris wear the same this Spring? I spotted women by the dozen (in between age 16 and 60) wearing a white striped t-shirt, cigarette jeans or fuseaux, a blue blazer, a cabas (Longchamp or no-brand), dark ballerinas and with their hair done up nonchalantly in a bun.
Ok, ok, it’s me who wrote here one year ago how fun it is to be inspired by Jean Seberg’s A’ bout de souffle look sometimes. And I am Striped Cat. But where has the Parisian women’s legendary originality and uniqueness in mixing and matching clothes gone? Or…did all the Seberg fan converged to Place to Commerce on that specific day pour l’apéro?
