After a quick champagne breakfast at the St Pancras Grand, I hop onto the Eurostar with my chosen companion. I'd probably be knitting something to keep my hands occupied during the journey (perhaps a new scarf) and we would discuss movies and tv shows where the heroine has a showdown in Paris (Sex and The City and the Devil wears Prada spring to mind). Having €1000 spending money to spare, my usual wardrobe would of course be fabulous, so my imaginary travel outfit would consist of the following.
As soon as I step onto the Platform at Gare du Nord, my GCSE French miraculously comes back to me, and I am able to successfully navigate ourselves to our chosen destination: The House of Chanel, the result of an invitation by Karl Lagerfeld himself.
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Being within the space Chanel lived in would be a surreal experience, almost as if she had never left. with many of her posessions scattered around. While looking at where she sat, sketched, ate and even slept, I am filled with a mixture of inspiration and awe at her legacy.
A quick stop to the Chanel boutique is needed to inspect the current collection up close.
Then it's off to the vintage markets of St Ouen to check out some vintage versions of the legendary bags. I would love a bag with a story (and a bargain). There's some haggling to be done...
Own images 1, 3, 8; rest Yvan Rodic
On the way back to the hotel, I'm inspired by everything, signs, architecture and especially people. There's some awesome and unexpected street style.
Back to the modern hotel Mama Shelter to check a few e-mails and tweets (Susie Bubble recommends, so it's a bloggers dream), before getting ready for dinner at the Ritz, the epitome of fine dining.
The vintage Chanel bag bought at the market completes the outfit perfectly.
After a tasty meal, a quick walk along the river leads us to a late night party on the Batofar boat. There'd be some kind of random electro music playing that I wouldn't quite understand, but still have fun dancing to.
Somehow we wake at a decent hour (with miraculously clear heads) and make our way to the Madeleine Vionnet exhibition at Les Arts Decoratifs. I sketch wildly, filling much of my notebook and my head with ideas. I stock up on postcards to adorn my walls at home.
A quick look in Colette, for some fashionable Christmas presents. I'd buy this Lanvin snowball for someone else, but secretly want to keep it for myself, plus some vouchers for my Mum.
We grab a quick crepe before a quick look in some of the Marais boutiques. I spend a few more Euros on some vintage knits and dresses.
Then we watch the sun set by the Notre Dame Cathedral; I might take a few photos as inspiration for a future collection.
Quick! Not long until the train back to London leaves, but I remember to grab a copy of French Vogue before I board.
What would you do during your dream trip?
Update: I didn't win the dream trip, but I do get a return ticket to Paris! I'm giving it to me Mum as I'm not able to take it myself, so expect a guest post from her soon!?
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