Saying goodbye to the influential Paris boutique.
The Bugaboo spires—giant granite fangs disappearing into cloudy skies above it all—stood tall like watchmen. They felt noble and foreboding all at once.
If visiting Bella Coola when it’s not peak bear season, an equally memorable experience still awaits within the destination’s understated, magical side—a mystery usually overshadowed by its showier acts.
As with all things in Paris, every nook and cranny, every spontaneous turn, reveals something delightfully new or strikingly old.
That mysterious, effortless French elegance—it’s a confident sway of the hips, red lips, savoring a sip, a casual flip of the hair, nonchalant, coy, and fiercely self-assured.
“On every corner” is what everyone seems to say. In a city where cafés sprawl and spill onto boulevards and cobblestoned alleys, and elegant pâtisseries stud the streets like jewellery shops, it’s hard to argue against this claim.