On Friday, J. and I found ourselves wandering through Le Marais over in the 3rd and 4th arrondissements. We went in a cool vintage store, where I bought a blue floral vintage shirt dress. J. got a couple of dresses as well. Then we found a little gem of a shop: Margo Milin (4, rue Malher). Being in Margo Milin was my favorite shopping experience in Paris, and I will tell you why. The boutique was adorable and very carefully curated, and at first I wondered if the young woman in the shop was Margo. My suspicion was confirmed when an article of clothing parachuted to the floor from its hanger and she immediately ran over to gently collect it and carefully hang it back up. Instantly, I knew that she was Margo and that all the contents in the boutique were her babies. It made me very happy to see her taking care of something she had labored over. Margo told me that she buys haute couture designer fabrics (such as Hermes) in small quantities (20-30 meter pieces) so it's affordable, but in return, her inventory is made of very fine textiles. Everything in the shop was beautiful and felt so good on my bod; I wish I could have gotten one of everything. Alas, I had to choose one thing: a cotton sateen-lyrca bright periwinkle blue dress.
Inside Margo Milin (that's my dress hanging left-center):
We walked around some other stores in the area (Cos, Fragonard, to name a couple) and had a snack at a little cafe before going back to the 8th arrond. where we were staying.
Snacking in Le Marais:
This is the menu from a place that we walked by called Cafe America. I'm dying to know what is in their Obama shake:
After this day of shopping, we were so exhausted. In fact, I lost sleep every day on this trip. My downfall is that I like to stay up late and get up early, especially while traveling, but friends, that is a short-lived venture for me (and perhaps any normal person). Han and Ken were doing dinner on their own, so J. and I went back to Le Relais de l'Entrecote, except this time at a location right off the Champs-Elysees. We sat outside, ordered a bottle of red wine, ate steak frite and dessert (I got profiteroles with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce), and had such nice conversation, all with the Eiffel Tower sparkling at us. I'd probably rank this at the top of my favorite dining experiences in Paris.
View from my table at Le Relais de l'Entrecote Friday night:
We walked straight home and went to sleep after dinner, as we had to be ready for a very early Saturday morning...