I was excited to see what they would be wearing in Paris. I was concerned about what I would be wearing in Paris. I did a lot of research on the Internet before we went. I was a tourist, and in the end didn't care if I looked like a tourist. I read and heard that Parisians only wore black shoes and I opted to wear pink Adidas tennis shoes and I bought a comfy pair of black Clark's sandals. I was only going to wear black slacks and in the end opted to also take along a pair of jeans. I was carrying a Pac-Safe purse, which did make me feel a little secure, but I wondered if that screamed tourist as well.
Oh well. I was a tourist.
It is interesting what I saw on the Internet before I left and what I saw when we were in Paris. In person, I saw a lot of black. Nearly exclusively black. Black boots, dark navy snug fitting jeans. A lot of scarves. A lot of man-purses. Nearly every man carried a satchel. It is my opinion that everyone fusses about Paris fashion because it is Paris. To me, it didn't seem much different than Chicago or New York or any other large U.S. city.
The only clothing I purchased was a French Football Federation shirt for Doug. Made by Adidas. And I bought myself a pink zip up the front hoodie emblazoned with Paris, France across the chest. I haven't even worn it, yet. I didn't purchase one scarf. Didn't buy any jewelry.
But it sure was fun to look.
Because you know- I was in Paris.