One of the simple little things that make walking around Paris such a treat is that beyond the bakery on every corner, you’re also likely to find a flower shop. This is a loose sketch of a Monceau Fleurs shop on L’Avenue Denfert-Rochereau. We’ve walked to this area quite a lot in order to take the Metro without having to make several changes, so I’ve past this shop several times and finally decided to make a sketch of it. You’ll find another one of these on the street where we’re staying as well, but the corner location of this one makes it a far nicer view. Though flowers are beautiful in their own right, the presentation is really quite exceptional. Walk a few feet and you’ll even find a butcher shop with equally immaculate presentation. Here, everything is displayed with such pride and artistry that you feel like anything you purchase is a little gift to yourself.
I’ve definitely purchased a few gifts for myself while I’ve been here, but have shown quite a bit of restraint so far. Mostly because the nearly empty suitcase I brought will still fill up rather quickly if I’m not careful. I’m mostly saving room for more clothing, as we have a coupon to use at my favorite clothing store. Flowers don’t travel well, so I’ve just been enjoying the view as I pass the various fleuristes on our walks. There are lots of things I’d love to sketch, but my schedule has made it difficult to stop and do so as much as I thought I might. But I have no regrets. I’ve had such a wonderful time visiting with family and friends here. Well, that’s a bit of an overreach considering my deplorable French, but let’s just say I adore their company regardless of the language barriers.
This is the beginning of our final week here in Paris, and I’m happy we get to stay a bit longer on this trip. We’ll most likely be returning for just a little over a week each year after this, so I’m enjoying the extended time. More days to enjoy the wonderful aspects of Parisian life and keep walking as much as humanly possible to offset all of the fabulous food I’m consuming. I adore France and I know I’ll miss it once I’m back in Kansas City, but it’s a comfort to know that we’ll be back each year. Back to wandering through the lesser-known tiny streets, dodging bicycles and motorcycles, before returning to our lovely Parisian apartment. If we actually lived here, perhaps we would stop for flowers on the way home. In my dreams, we would do just that. At the end of the day, we’d grab something beautiful to add a little dash of fragrant color to our tiny little apartment, just after purchasing the next day’s baguette.