Where in a misty city filled with lots of gorgeous people run quickly here and there. They run but smile and stop to speak and kiss you. Males flirt constantly and you wish you spoke French more fluently. There are wonderful smells in the air. Perfume, pastries, coffees. Fashions, oh the styles so different from America at the time.
The best cup of coffee I ever drank and with the first ever and best croissants I have ever had in my lifetime.
I had my hair, cut shaped and styled (not in this pic below, afterward). The French Stylist spoke no English, but showed me pics and before long we were communicating very nicely.
Visited fashion and perfume houses, a dream of a lifetime for me.
The Claridge where I stayed.
It was so luxurious
I have not seen any place like it since.
The rooms were out of this world unforgettable.
This Hotel treated everyone like Royalty.
Hit the photo below for an article about it's closing the very year we stayed there.
Saddened me, for I thought if I ever went back I would stay there.
Hit the pic to read story of this Hotel 1976