Monki t-shirt, Zara skort, plaid shirt, and bag, Nike shoes
Just another forgotten post from the depths of my time in Paris, which I am missing desperately! This was taken a night or two before I had to leave one of my favorite cities; and towards the end of my stay, I just could not walk in heeled boots and sneaker wedges any longer (I brought a limited amount of shoes for my stay). I resorted to wearing my trusty running shoes, which presented no problem at all, especially because I'm a huge fan of the sports-luxe vibe (which I think, at the present moment, is still here to stay! Thank goodness!) for treks to the 4th arrondissement to get almond-milk lattes and goodies to take home, like lemon-infused olive oil. I should also stop wearing head-to-toe Zara (but, really).
Still pining over my blistered feet from long walks, summer friends, and that delicious Parisian vegan food (it sounds like a paradox, but it really is delicious).