|Noël: Paris when it glitters.|
Never mind what the song writers say. Of course I love April in Paris and even in the summer when it sizzles, but most of all I love Paris in December when it dazzles.
It's impossible not to be swept up into the wonderful wonderland that is Paris at Noël. It's the moment when the city dresses up. It sparkles, it gleams, it explodes with exuberant bursts of lights and color. Store windows compete, each one with tableaux of fantasy and artistry more clever than the next. In every arrondissement streets shimmer and glow.
In fact, we are off to Paris in a few minutes to have lunch and take in the sights. Maybe we'll do a little shopping. Maybe not. It really doesn't matter.
There is nothing like Paris to whisk away any lingering holiday humbug humor.
And, speaking of glamor and all that glitters and glows, if perchance you are in Paris right-this-second or if you have plans to be here before February 16, you must not miss the extraordinary Cartier exhibition at the Grand Palais.
|The Duchess of Windsor's flamingo.|
|Grace Kelly wearing her 10.47 emerald cut engagement ring.|
|Heiress Barbara Hutton's leopards.|
Not only can one revel in the superb artistry of the Cartier family and its significant contribution to the decorative arts, but also its influence on tastes and social codes. It's also, if you pardon my saying so, a gossipy glimpse into the lives of the rich and famous from queens and socialites to movie stars and the nouveax très, très riches.
A leisurely tour is on my January calendar. I'll report back.