For those struggling to hold on to that last sliver of summer, some shots of our visit to this year’s Paris Plage. Each year the city transforms a stretch of the Seine’s north bank into a beachy oasis for people looking to pretend they’re not in Paris (gasp) and instead basking under the sun of Cannes or St. Tropez. Sand, palm trees, and ice cream stands are shipped in so that rows of mademoiselles can partake in one of the coolest verbs in French: bronzer, meaning to tan.
In a textbook example of married couple bartering I agreed to brave the crowds & walk the strip with Charlotte if she would allow me some historical treasure-hunting detours along the way on Ile de la Cité. In the end both parties were satisfied with the time allotted to each.
It’s an amusing sight to have the modern bikini and beach towel vibe plopped in the middle of the town’s historical center, and I suppose if it were permanent we’d consider it too far outside the usual refined Paris feel. But as it stands, having a temporary respite from the usual landscape is not only fun but a confirmation that we Parisians are capable of letting our hair down (well, for a few weeks anyway—but give us credit, that’s a long time for us).