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I have that electric feeling that can only mean one of two things: either I’ve put my finger in a socket, or I am headed back to Paris. Luckily for me, it’s the latter. After seven months in North America, I am returning to my other home—a painfully beautiful, limestone-y, cigarette-loving, scarf-wearing, butter-flavored home. Needless to say, I’m giddy with anticipation.

For me (and I don’t think I’m the only one), Paris is a city where my imagination takes flight and I can spend entire days simply wandering, observing, tasting, inhaling, perusing, writing and dreaming. To those who see me as I go about my activities, I probably look like some kind of blissed-out idiot… but so be it. Paris is my happy place, and no matter how many times my shoe falls onto the metro tracks or I am surrounded by a pack of traveling minstrels, nothing can taint my love affair with this city.

Packing for ParisEasyfashion.blogspot.com, Fashionisingpictures.net

This time around, however, I’m slightly savvier, and I think my packing list reflects some of the valuable lessons I learned while living in Paris previously. What I’m bringing:

  1. Black, black and more black. My Paris wardrobe consists of black boots, black jeans, black coat, black scarf, and black dresses, with a few dashes of navy, grey and olive in the mix. This is easy enough, as my New York wardrobe works pretty much the same way. It wasn’t always like this, but when I lived in Paris before, the color slowly drained from my wardrobe. Life has been much sleeker (and simpler) ever since.
  2. Paris Classique. I like to think I know Paris quite well, but I’m still incredibly good at getting lost. Countless nights spent jetting from the Marais to Pigalle to the Canal St. Martin (not necessarily in that order) do not counteract the fact that Paris has infinite twists, turns, and tiny side streets that all look strangely alike. I love the labyrinth-like quality of certain quartiers, but it never hurts to have a Paris Classique close at hand. Even real Parisians know that.
  3. Sketchbook. For the record, I can’t draw. But I love nothing more than wiling away a rainy afternoon in a café, sipping café crème or (let’s get real here) some vin chaud, and letting my pen spill nonsense onto an unlined page. I haven’t managed to write the next great expat novel quite yet, but I’m working on it. Patience!
  4. Friends’ Mailing Addresses. Paris is full of adorable papeteries where I like to buy artful postcards by the dozen. There’s something about being in Paris that makes you want to write to everyone you know reminding them that you are in Paris. And I plan to do just that.
  5. Cold hard cash. I’m arriving just in time for les soldes. (Not a coincidence).
  6. Appetite. People in New York eat way too much brown rice and soy milk. I’m ready to get serious with some crazy cheese and lots (and lots) of wine. Perhaps I’ll start at Le Verre Volé…
  7. Favorite mementos from home. As of now, I do have a return ticket, but you never know. Many an Americaine has come to Paris for a “visit,” never to return from whence she came
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Written by Tory Hoen for the HiP Paris Blog. Looking for a fabulous vacation rental in Paris, Provence, or Tuscany? Check out Haven in Paris.

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Tory Hoen

Tory Henwood Hoen has been published by New York Magazine, Vogue, Condé Nast Traveler, Bon Appétit, Fortune, and others. She was Creative Director of Brand at M.M.LaFleur, where she founded the brand’s digital magazine, The M Dash. Her debut novel, The Arc, is available in bookshops near you and online.

9 Comments

  1. Sounds wonderful and I am so jealous of but vicariously living through you! I have learned the cardinal rule of fashion abroad: don’t buy something here JUST to wear it there and only there. The whole “Oh I’m sure this is what they must be wearing in Paris” thing has backfired on me every time! I looked like a wannabe bumpkin poseur. I started wearing things that made me feel “ME” and just ravaged all the apparel shops there per my taste and inspiration. And I don’t care if my feet fall off I will never wear big running / tennis shoes ever! It’s like the American uniform in Paris is still New Balance Shoes, Dockers (men or women), a fanny pack (SERIOUSLY), and fleece sweatshirt. Non! Seulment riding boots, flats, MAYBE a sleek pair of Adidas for traipsing the shops, promenades, museums, etc 🙂 Bon Journee!

    1. Agreed. Always best to do some “on the ground research” before buying anything. Sounds like you’d do just fine in Paris! Tory

  2. Wow. I second so many of your thoughts! I pretty much wear all black when I am there as well. IT’s so much easier, and I have to give no thought to my wardrobe.

    Have a wonderful time, and let’s definitely meet up while I am there at the end of the month.

  3. #4 Made me laugh out loud. It’s all I can do not to turn into an insufferable braggart within a month of leaving for Paris and up to six months after I’ve returned. Damn, I’m jealous. Bon voyage!

  4. I never read blogs but I’ve been missing Europe and especially Paris so much this week that I googled “Paris blogs” and came across this. I am so happy I did because everything you write interests me and gets me so motivated to try to live there for the summer. I’ll be sure to continue checking in on your blog updates 🙂 Merci bien!!

  5. Made up my mind to Paris in last minute so I will be in Paris from next week. I’ve been following your blog for quite awhile, please keep blogging next week about all those best deals in town, it would be my Bible while I’m in Paris. Merci~

  6. Your trip sounds amazing, I’m jealous! How long are you going for?
    Any chance you can fit me in your luggage?…..I’ll wear black…haha!!

    1. Hi Yvonne! I’ll be there for 5 weeks this time around. Not sure I’d get through security with you in my luggage, but I’ll see what I can do. Tory

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