Merry Christmas Babes! I really hope you had a great time and got spoiled by Santa even though you haven’t been the nicest kid this year (I guess you feel me). I remember having had more than good feedbacks regarding the Christmas time pictures I had randomly posted last year. So as you can guess I carried my camera around to picture Christmas vibes from buoyant and vivid Paris to my Parents’ place in the traditional countryside.
I got to spend some time with my sister in Paris and as every time she comes we behaved like typical tourists blending in an ocean of Chinese travelers. We first went to the Galeries Lafayette and Printemps Haussmann to watch the magical Christmas windows (especially the one decorated by Christian Louboutin for my part) and I can only advice you to head there in the morning if you wanna avoid the the afternoon crowd.
Visiting the Grands Magasins (yes, that’s the kind of places you can literally “visit” as a kind of fancy shopping Disneyland) is also an occasion to be exposed to inspiring (and aspiring…) designer collections and awesome Christmas merchandising. The ferris wheel was also a sweet moment where my sister and I could overview Paris in its winter shades from the top listening to our favorite songs, perfection.
Through this I-use-my-blog-as-a-journal speech I want to share with you the subdued and exciting atmosphere that fills the street on Christmas time in Paris (I mean more than usual) and show how strong and happy we can be despite the afflicting events we went through lately.
As a second part of this post, here are some pictures of our Christmas celebration with my family in the north-east of France. I’ll spare you the photographs of my relatives eating foie gras and gifts-unwrapping time in favour of lovely details and landscapes shots of that special day. Call me old fashion but at home we got our presents on the 25th in the morning as if Santa had come during the night to deliver them. It turns out when I said it on my social medias some people told me they also had kept that tradition to make the magic last longer so thank you for not making me feel too cheesy! Nothing outstanding happened for Christmas, and that’s what we love about it, so I won’t bother you with how my Mom cooked the turkey and how my Dad was in charge of opening the Champagne bottles, I’d rather let you enjoy the fire place and countless lights! Bisous.