It's that time of year again Fashionistas! Paris Fashion Week!!! I had the pleasure of traveling to Paris, France last year and thoroughly enjoyed the fashions, culture, the food (meh...). I learned so much while there. Let's reminisce!
So I arrive in Paris at around 6am. After a long 10 hour flight, I was ready to get to my hotel, shower and hit the streets. But the first thing I realized when I arrived to the airport is that just about EVERYONE was dressed in fine attire. Three-piece tailored suits, ankara dresses, high heeled shoes, the works. I had on my gray sweats and tee with a pair of Air Jordans. I was wondering where the fashion convention was happening! I knew I had to get to my hotel, get rested and hit the streets. I'm thinking, "Maybe it's a fluke that everyone is dressed at the airport."
I arrived at my hotel only to find that my room was not ready. So, I slept in the lobby for a few hours (around 4) until my room was ready.
So I hit the streets in the most comfortable clothing I brought, thinking that I could get away with being "unfashionable" in the world's most glamorously fashionable city! NOT! I didn't even make it fully down the street before I decided to go back and change.
Now that's more like it! I was so enamored with the city of Paris that I could barely take photos of the fabulous people and style that paraded the streets. My mouth would drop nearly every 20 seconds or so as more fabulousness crossed my path. I was absolutely in love! I found my tribe.
One of the greatest lessons I learned while in Paris is that God will ALWAYS take care of me. I must admit, I was a little nervous traveling to Europe for the first time by myself (technically, I had a friend with me but this was her first time on a plane.) I didn't know the language, I had no contacts, and I didn't know the area. One day, while exploring one of the neighborhoods, we got lost. I was stopping strangers with a map attempting to communicate to no avail. After about an hour of wandering, I thought, "God, I'm lost!" I was scared that I wouldn't find my way back to my hotel. Then I heard a guy say, "You're lost." I turned and saw a tall, dark and handsome man standing outside of the Liberian Embassy.
"English!" I exclaimed.
That wonderful man sent two employees of the embassy to escort us to our destination and teach us how to use the train system (I had never used public transportation before this time!) I hadn't had a problem since. Going to Paris was on of the most liberating experiences I've ever had.
I was so overwhelmed with all of the beauty and fashions that I didn't take as many pictures. I was absorbing everything I could. But here are a few shots:
Au Revoir, Paris! Until we meet again!