Autumn is by far my favourite season in Paris. As everyone returns from their summer holidays, the streets get busier again, new restaurants and bars open on every street and I get to dig out my heeled boots from their summer hibernation. However, for me Autumn is not just about rekindling my love with my classic black boots. This is the season that takes me back to my arrival in Paris four years ago.
In September 2013, I stepped off the Eurostar with one very large suitcase and a backpack to begin an internship within a marketing agency. Paris was a mystery to me at this point; although having visited several times to see the main tourist attractions, I didn’t imagine I would settle in this city.
Working in the 2nd arrondissement at this time meant that on a sunny lunch break, I’d often grab a sandwich with colleagues and head to Jardin des Tuileries. I remember arriving one day to find marquees had been pitched up in our usual spot and my colleague explained this is where some of the shows for fashion week took place. It felt so magical to me to be so close to the action, to just be a few feet away from the runways of some of the biggest names in the fashion business, having daydreamed about working in this industry since being a teenager.
For the past three and a half years, I have been doing just that, starting at a sustainable fashion platform, before this year joining the digital marketing team of a customisable jewellery house. Four years on from my arrival in Paris, I was tasked with organising an event during fashion week to host bloggers, press and stylists. Whilst returning home one night after dining at the former Jean-Paul Gaultier’s flagship, I spotted 90s supermodel Claudia Schiffer leaving an event; no matter how many years I spend here, Paris Fashion Week has a magic feeling to it, that takes me back to my 22 year-old self staring in awe at the marquees in Jardin des Tuileries.
Autumn also marks the arrival of Nuit Blanche; an annual, city-wide, all-night cultural festival. It’s events such as Nuit Blanche or (another favourite) La Fête de la Musique that you don’t really see in the UK and that, for me at least, make France a special place to live. My first Parisian Nuit Blanche was spent sitting on the banks on the Seine, witnessing an amazing fireworks display performed by a famed Chinese firework artist.
This year I revisited my old neighbourhood, as some would say the “bad side” of the 18th arrondissement. We walked around places that are usually closed to the public, this year visiting the train tracks and warehouses of the SNCF where artists were performing. Our evening finished at Le 104, a cultural space transformed for the evening into an open dancehall. While Nuit Blanche events can be hit and miss, I just love seeing the streets transformed and filled with people of all ages, experiencing events that they might have otherwise not have done.
When people back home ask me what I like about living in Paris, it’s actually difficult to put into words. The best way for me to describe it is a really personal feeling; it’s the small things that are almost intangible to the outside world. Personally, it’s the feeling I get every Autumn, swept up in the magic of fashion week or the atmosphere of filled streets for Nuit Blanche… every year it makes me fall in love with the city all over again.