Eat, pray, love your hearts out, Julia and Elizabeth. Undistracted by men -- though we love them -- the girlfriends are off to Paris for a week. As the wise yogi once told me (actually I think she was a buyer in the Eileen Fisher department at Macy's), a good scarf, purposeful flair and proper enthusiasm for food and wine are what it takes to have des vacances incroyable in the City of Light with the gals.
This particular journey begins September 21, 2010. I, a writer, have just published my first book about my Dad's paintings in my Ohio hometown, Vernon P. Johnson's Watercolors of 1950s Small Town America. Our Paris host, a college chum, is not only taking excellent care of herself but inviting her friends to join in, and our other pal, also college chum, has been packed for a week, with all possible options accounted for, as we would expect of her. We all know about navigating through relationships -- in and out of them and back into them again, or not -- a la Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia. Who says that longtime friends aren't the very best???
This will be my fifth trip to Paris over the past five years, and you who have followed me know that you're in for a treat. As Eric Maisel wrote in A Writer's Paris "As a writer, you are built to explore. You were born to run off to the sea, to visit the world's great cities, to investigate the hidden corners of unfamiliar cultures. Therefore, one day, you'll wake up in your Paris bed and cry, 'My god, Rome is only an overnight train ride away!'"
Girlfriends (or solo womentravelers), come follow us for our preparations -- and the actual week of rendezvous. Now that the euro is more affordable, let's get started with le shopping.