The French adore over Bastille Day.
And I understand why. I think it’s the feathers.
They have a long standing love of military. They’ve got Napoleon sleeping in a tomb under a gold dome. They’ve got statues of military leaders riding horses into battle. There have been historic battles of celebration and of woe. Heroic soldiers have fought and died defending the country. And they’ve done it for a very, very long time.
I zipped over to the Louvre to watch the planes fly over for Bastille Day. Then sat at a café with my friends to watch the tanks drive by. That was followed by walking the streets of Paris with thousands of military men in uniform.
Be still my heart.
Fashion doesn’t end on the runway here in gay ol’ Paris. It makes it’s way to the military, too. After the parade, the soldiers stormed the bars so we could get up close and personal with the latest military trends.
|Watching the helicopters parade overhead. Um, I wasn’t watching the helicopters.|
|The kids like the feather hats, too.|