Style on the Street: Paris in June

Parisian women on park bench

I went to Paris for the first time in early June, and was very interested to observe the style on the street, Parisian fashion. Of course the area around the Louvre was swarming with tourists (days after the strike by museum workers concerned about severe overcrowding), but I hoped that by staking out a corner on Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, I would be able to see what actual Parisians were wearing as they shopped on le weekend.

Crowds at Le Tuileries
Crowds at Le Tuileries

The style themes I noticed are:

  • Parisian women almost always accessorize with a scarf
  • Fancy sneakers are popular all over the world, including Paris
  • Cross-body bags are a practical favorite
  • Leather jackets remain cool as ever

I snapped some Parisian pairs, which are featured in my July “Style on the Street” column in the WestView News. Here are some additional shots of stylish Parisians:

Paris Fashion
Chanel window in Paris
So exciting to see the Chanel shop in Paris, but this look says Chanel is past it. That white dress under the classic Chanel suit is ugly, I’m sorry!
Stunning dress on Rue de Faubourg Saint-Honoré in the fashion capital
Stunning dress at Balmain on Rue Saint-Honoré. The pleats and folds in this ivory satin asymmetrical number are exquisite. That’s me in the mirror in a magenta raincoat and fantastic pink satin sneakers by Diana Broussard. (A French designer in New York.)

And of course I had to take some pictures of the sights as well.

Hôtel Les Rives de Notre-Dame
The fantastic Hôtel Les Rives de Notre-Dame (with the red flower boxes in the windows). I was in a room facing the river.
My room was a glorious orange, just like my first New York apartment. I loved it so much!
My room was a glorious orange, just like my first New York apartment. I loved it so much!

I was staying on the Left Bank in the Latin Quarter, very near Notre-Dame Cathedral. It was so sad to see this glorious old dame scaffolded and barricaded.

Notre-Dame Cathedral

I was stricken by a majestic statue guarding the travelers who cross this bridge across the Seine. To me, she looks regal, yet humble and severe—a protective presence.

Statue on the Seine
Protecting travelers who cross the bridge
Statue Guarding Bridge
Saint Geneviève statue at the Pont de la Tournelle. I later found out Saint Geneviève actually did protect Paris from Atilla the Hun! She is the patron saint of Paris.

I went to a couple of late-night jazz clubs in underground caverns: Le Caveau de la Huchette (built in the 1500s; Count Basie and Art Blakey played here in a later century), and Le Caveau Des Oubliettes. So cool!

Le Caveau des Oubliettes late-night jazz session--in the dungeon where prisoners were left and forgotten
Le Caveau Des Oubliettes late-night jazz session—in the dungeon carved out of the stone, where prisoners were left and forgotten

And afterwards, people get crepes at an all-night stand on Rue de la Huchette. It was raining a bit, and at 2 AM there was a crowd of 10 people ahead of me waiting at the window for their crêpes. The cook makes them on a flat round griddle just inside the window, so it is performance art as well. And then the delicious reward—in my case, a cone of crêpe enclosing mushroom, tomato, and cheese. So French, so delightful!

Waiting for crepes in Rue de la Huchette
Waiting for crêpes in Rue de la Huchette. There were many all-night cafés and restaurants in the neighborhood. New York, take note!

I spent the final morning of my whirlwind visit (two nights, one day, one morning) going to as many pastry shops as I could find and reveling in French delicacies with espresso. I managed to go to four during my quest for an open post office. First off, I had two choux—cream-filled little round pastries—in la Maison Odette, a charming, narrow 4-story pastry shop and café with curving black staircases, near my hotel. Then a pain au chocolate at a sidewalk café near the Sorbonne.

I was surprised how modern and severe the Sorbonne looked. Closed for the summer, it desolate and forbidding.
I was surprised how modern and severe the Sorbonne looked (this is the Campus Pierre et Marie Curie, for the faculties of science and engineering). Closed for the summer, it seemed desolate and forbidding.

Next, I had a clod-foot cherry clafoutis on Île Saint-Louis, sitting on a stone bench on the north side, away from the hordes, watching boats go by on the Seine. And yes, reading Vogue! The final treat was to sit at this charming café, Au Vieux Paris d’Arcole, on Île de la Cité, the oldest, original part of Paris.

Karen Rempel in Paris
Blissful moment drinking espresso at Au Vieux Paris d’Arcole, on Île de la Cité—wearing my New York black now, and feeling more like myself!

I hadn’t realized that Paris began on Île de la Cité, possibly dating back to pre-Roman times (52 BCE), when it may have been a fortified crossing point held by the Parisii, a small Gallic tribe. By 300 CE, it was a walled city with wooden bridges on either side.

Curving street on Ile de la Cité
Curving street on Île de la Cité

But a few more modern sights were evident as well:

Scooters littering the sidewalk in a fashionable residential neighborhood
Abandoned scooters littering the sidewalk in a fashionable residential neighborhood
Political posters. The first I had heard of Frexit!
Political posters, probably from 2017. The first I had heard of Frexit!
The ubiquitous phone ad. I saw a similarly hideous iPhone 10 ad when I was in Barcelona.
The ubiquitous phone ad defacing beautiful architecture. I saw a similarly hideous iPhone 10 ad when I was in Barcelona.
The Great Canadian Pub, eh?
The Great Canadian Pub, eh?

I would be remiss if I didn’t include a few classic Parisian landmarks that everyone loves.

Arc de Triomphe
Arc de quoi?
Eiffel tower & mosque
That famous French tower and a golden-domed mosque gleaming in the rays of the setting sun
Karen Rempel and the Eiffel Tower
Me in pink and the tower in grey. So romantic!
Sun graffiti near Notre-Dame
Sun graffiti near Notre-Dame
Hotel Plaza Athénée
Hôtel Plaza Athénée on Rue Montaigne

Thanks for joining me on my little Parisian jaunt. Remember, we’ll always have Paris!