TRAVELOGUE,PARIS When I used to think about Paris, I thought about stuffed owls. And tigers and bears. And by stuffed, I mean taxidermy. Perhaps I was reading too much David Sedaris. But it’s been said that the French love their taxidermy [for the polarity of quirky + imperial perhaps?] and that cultural idiosyncrasy along with a famous design show drew me to the city this fall.
Once there, I was delighted to see that amidst all the intense formality is a magical thread that weaves its way through everything. A sense of whimsy dances around floral and children’s shops filled with colorful mobiles and wild roses...