Love these french monogrames, each cut out by hand and mounted onto scrolled pages.
Each name is elegantly calligraphied in vintage french script on the backside of the page behind the unique monogram:
H for Monsieur Hector Abraham
E for Monsieur Edouard Bartannium
D for Madame Dadiou
AB for Madame Andrea Bachelur
These are beautiful new inspiration for personal and family monograms, stationery for brides, hosts and hostesses, and everyone in between.
Weekends mean the Paris fleas.
Today is our favorite haunt Marche de Puces de Porte de Vanves, on the southern edge of Paris.
I love Vanves as there is a focus on bric a brac, les petite antiques, porcelain, ceramics, silver, candlesticks, artwork…
Less oversize decor and furniture, and more reasonable to pack up and take home than the famous Puces de St Ouen on the other end of town.
Stalls are varied and abundant, vendors are friendly and fair with prices that are reasonable.
I buy for my store, for events, gifts for the holidays and for my own personal collections.
So far today loads of porcelaine blanc for floral containers: petit pichets, canisters, footed urns.
Watch for them to debut in at our next events and photo shoots.
Rue Jacob is a favorite street in the sixth.
Filled with antique shops, fabric houses, boutiques, and of COURSE Left Bank’s Laduree.
This antique shop’s sculptural sign is an iconic statement, hinting to the turn of the century treasures tucked inside.
Joanna – this one’s for you.
On Rue de Buci, my absolute favorite floral shop is the legend itself, Aquarelle.
A massive sidewalk display dominates the entire corner storefront – with vivid French handtied bouquets in fesh water baths, ready to sit directly on your table, ripe for the picking.
I can hardly choose – which is your favorite?
Another market street worthy of a daily visit? Rue de Buci, in my very favorite neighborhood, the 6th.
It is simply delicious – from start to finish.
Just a few tiny blocks, it offers more cafes, bistros and glace – ice cream than you can imagine.
The market spills onto narrow, medieval side streets, and affords bountiful fresh, colorful produce and floral in every direction.
Radish, served chilled with butter and salt is surely one of the most beautiful and simple French starters.
The skinny, oval French Radish are so dainty and delicate – and just why don’t we have them stateside?
Simply beautiful, isn’t it?
Parisian markets, and all of France truth be told, are amazing to behold.
Each color blocked produce display, each table top, each stall, is visual sensory overload.
Les tomates, les aubergines, les poivrons…