What to do on a rainy Sunday in Paris? Well, it's the first weekend of the month which means that the museums are free. That also mean that the museums are incredibly crowded....the lines at the Musee D'Orsay were hours long. Most shops are closed and you can only sit at a cafe drinking chocolat for so long. That is why we were pleased to encounter this crowd of people right on our very own Rue Bonaparte. There was an air of excitement and anticipation but no signage to indicate what was going on. Obviously we just had to stop and watch like everyone else.
Turns out that this was the Hermes Ready to Wear Fashion Show (Fall 2012 line) and we quite enjoyed watching the models, designers, and special guests arrive. I especially enjoyed watching the paparazzi, which, by the way, must be a very boring way to make a living 99.9 percent of the time.
So after a little Internet sleuthing, we found the schedule for the other designers' shows and set out once more. This time we were looking for the Yves St Laurent show and all we knew is that it would be at the Jardin Des Plantes in the 5th arrondissement. It was dusk when we arrived via metro and since we didn't have an address, we just started circling the perimeter of the park in search of clues. In case you are wondering how large this park is I have downloaded this lovely map below.
See...that's a big park. We were about 3/4 of the way around, it's was raining and cold and very dark by this point and we were considering heading back to the station when we the Mercedes and the Jaguars began to arrive. Then came the camera flashes and the rush of the paparazzi. We approached the crowd just in time to see Salma Hayak slip into the gates then stood for quite a while to do what Anna was there to do, which is to critique the wonderful dresses, coats, shoes and hair styles of the fashionistas.
Just as we were about to succumb to the elements and head for home we noticed that the photographers were beginning to chatter and jostle with each other in an even more noticeable fashion. The next car to pull up to to gate was instantly surrounded and a gentleman (a driver, I think) called Anna and me to step out into the street to watch.
So here it is, my first and last paparazzi shot. Good thing Katy Perry has blue hair or she might not have been so recognizable from our vantage point.