Paris in the Fall

Walking up Avenue Montaigne on the way to lunch at L'Avenue, I knew that I found my city. The beautiful women, draped in black, with their perfectly polished Chanel sunglasses perched on their heads, black Chanel bags propped next to their chairs, smoking post-lunch Gauloises blonde... ah, Paris. La Femme's astute observation of armies of "Moss feet" have been replaced by the slightly more reasonable (for the lower temperatures) booties and riding boots. In fact, Paris has taken on a very Napoleonic air this fall. Wool peacoats with double breasted bronze buttons and dramatic capes are, apparently, quite the perfect choice for outerwear while running around Paris on a crisp Sunday afternoon.
Attempting to keep shopping under control, I limited myself to a beautiful pair of black knee length boots from a little boutique in the Marais, a winter scent from a local parfumerie, and a few shift dresses to wear for the holidays. It is indeed la vie en rose.