April in Paris. It's left me inspired and excited and happy to be back and designing blooms. Yesterday was a delight, making arrangements with peonies and anemones, adorable client meetings, and still occasionally falling back into a dreamy state of Parisienne life. A glass of Moet and Karl Lagerfeld sighting? The most amazing bottle of Chanteauneuf-du-Pape and long strolls in sunny cemeteries? Cathedrals, cheese plates and a mosque? And of course, the flowers.
After a friendly chat with a florist, I explained in very broken french that I was a florist in Chicago. We briefly talked biz, and then I picked out my blooms. When I was finished he grabbed a bunch of lilac for me as a gift! I was so touched by his generosity and greatly enjoyed walking back to our apartment carrying the large bundle of blooms. When you carry flowers like this in Paris, everyone smiles at you. To be honest, everyone smiles at you all the time. Especially if you are the first to send them a big ol' grin. The entire stroll back home I pretended I lived there.
Earlier that day we had walked past a different boutique and in the window I noticed a pair of pruners unlike any I had seen before. They were made from Oak that fell during a storm in Versailles. The sheers themselves handmade and sharpened. An heirloom pair for anyone with a subtle true love for blooms. Using them for the first time, I was surprised by how special it felt.
May Day was our last full day in the city. Florists and street vendors sold lily of the valley on every corner and the city was alive and vibrant. Not wanting our blooms to fade away, we brought them down the street, to some friends we made, in honor of their holiday. We sipped champagne and watched the sky change color on our 9th evening before we headed home to pack.