The flower boutique

Who doesn’t know me very well, would believe that my passion for styling would actually be translated into limitless, compulsive shopping. I confess, though, that I appreciate more the cut of clothes than their number in the dressing room and I choose my fashion items based on their quality materials rather than their labels. And… the idea of shopping is far from one of my innocent pleasures. To actually be convinced, you should see me when I have to leave from the “La Boutique des Saints-Pères” flower-shop.

Placed at the intersection between the sixth and the seventh district of Paris, this place was attracting me like a magnet. I simply love to spend at least half of hour between all those species of roses brought from secret gardens, rare orchids and immaculate white tulips. And I cannot resist the temptation to send people that I love, a bouquet signed by one of the most passionate maître fleuriste ( master florist) that I have ever meet.

PS. La Boutique des Saints-Pères taught me an essential lesson – that loyal customers : don’t send people flowers when they re dead. If you like them, send them while they’re alive.