tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post2146858853290656594..comments2024-03-10T10:05:51.113-07:00Comments on misswhistle: What to wear in Paris & L'OrangerieMiss Whistlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103831095827005334noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-76794160165524980822008-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:002008-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:00Thank God! I can smell the croissant and the parfu...Thank God! I can smell the croissant and the parfum... I am so glad to hear that Paris is still Paris and women are still stylish, simply stunning and sexy over 40. A grateful reminder of what is real and tres important, when Hollywood is filled with stretched faces and women with vaginas where their mouths should rightly be! Have they never heard of Catherine Deneuve!?!? L.A is corrupting my European sensibility.... I have recently been wearing check cowboy shirts, short shorts and have my toe nails painted very bright pink!<BR/>I am grateful to Miss Whistle for putting me back on the cultural track. Tout n'est pas detruit!! Merci xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-77566472682511589212008-09-12T11:07:00.000-07:002008-09-12T11:07:00.000-07:00Perhaps I will be rebornParisienne, but right now ...Perhaps I will be reborn<BR/>Parisienne, but right now I am going for a jog, followed by a quick shower, then to the post office, the bank, and an afternoon of classes, before I rush home to reshower and change for a dinner engagement.<BR/>I think my worn Kenneth Cole jeans, my Target Mossimo T shirt and my Converse is all I can handle today! The eve might bring<BR/>me more inspiration.<BR/>Thanks for your beautiful descriptive passages. They bring back memories of a lovely summer week I spent in Paris with my daughter. And, of course, for that one week we both dressed impeccably!Desperately Seeking Sanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823236003757919060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-90211435327124288662008-09-09T13:09:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:09:00.000-07:00I am just about to leave for Lyon with a stop over...I am just about to leave for Lyon with a stop over in Paris. Your description accurately captures why I always stop over in Paris. The ugly waiter with whom I can practice my bad French. The chance to acclimate to the rythme of France and distance my self from California. It takes more than a polar flight to travel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com