
While out and about in Paris between the shows, it’s a miracle I wasn’t hit by a pedestrian-loathing Belmondo look-alike, sneering as I tried to elude his cab’s path while snapping a shot. It was hard not to look like a charm-struck tourist, admiring every enchanting vignette. But charmed I was. So pride took a backseat for a week while my iPhone and I got cozy in the city of lights. Take a little stroll avec moi.
Staying in the 6eme was a treat. Surrounded by galleries and restaurants, this is the Paris of poster perfection. Much of Paris Deco Off took place walking distance from my hotel.…


















