The French Flower Shop of My Dreams

It was fate that placed me not a two-minute-walk from the most gorgeous little flower shop I have ever beheld. During our stay in Paris this September, our apartment was located just around the corner from this shop located on Rue Saint-Antoine and we happened upon it on our way out to get supplies for our stay. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt its gravitational pull guide me in.

What is so special about a flower shop, you might ask? I have been in many flower shops, and in fact, seek them out when traveling since I love to get fresh flowers for wherever we stay, even it it’s just a grocery store bunch. This one felt like I had dreamt it up for myself. It was an unfussy, austere space filled with simple vessels with bunches of single stem blooms in a sophisticated palette of predominantly greens, pinks and whites. In the center was a long worn table dotted with sweet little nosegay bouquets of garden rose arrangements. On the sidewalk were buckets of bouquets maison, one of which I scooped up for us, along with a miniature version of it from inside. Also on the sidewalk were beautiful potted flowers — azaleas, cyclamen, gardenias and more. Among the the cut flowers and potted plants, I got such great inspiration for what I would like to add to my own garden like snowberry bushes and to try growing Queen Anne’s lace next year. I also mentally selected what I would plant in my hypothetical Parisian balcony flower boxes. And oh! to pop down from my Paris apartment to select a whimsical bouquet for my coffee table each week, how lovely, indeed.