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February 27, 2009

My favourite Gwyneth takes you to Paris

Shoes I never know exactly how Gwyneth's weekly Goop news letter is going to make me feel inadequate and over-weight and sad and poor, but I know I can always count on her. So too this week, when she's raving about all the places in Paris you simply must visit. (Here's a photo of her feet to enhance your experience).

"When I was ten years old, my father and I took a trip to Paris ... On the plane back to London he asked me if I knew why we had gone, just he and I, to Paris for the weekend. I said no, but I felt so lucky for the trip. He said, “I wanted you to see Paris for the first time with a man who would always love you, no matter what.” From that time on, Paris was and continues to be very special to me. I lived there for five months in 1994 and I have made many trips back. These are the places in Paris I stay and eat and toast my dad." When I was ten years old my dad took me to the local pub where I got to see grown-ups drink. From that time on, drinking heavily continues to be very special to me.

"I was told about Da Mimmo a few years ago by one of my coolest, most in-the-know friends. It is rustic Italian, super simple, super good. There is a massive display of the day’s fresh antipasti in the center of the room and that’s the best part of the dinner. No tourists here." Phew. Dirty, dirty tourists with their dirty, smelly, touristy socks on and their uncool, not-in-the-know friends.

"Kinugawa Restaurant: After a couple of days in Paris when I need to lay off the butter and goose fat, I head to Kinugawa for a Japanese lunch. After a lovely bowl of miso soup, some beautiful sashimi and a seaweed salad, I am ready to partake in all things French once more." STOP LYING ABOUT EATING BUTTER AND FAT. JUST. STOP.


"Although I occasionally try the “new” spot or an old-new spot, I always keep coming back to the Ritz. The place is just beautiful and the service is pretty flawless for France. Yes, it costs an arm and a leg, but it’s worth it." Gwynnie, sweetie. Pay attention. This is going to be really, really difficult for you to understand, but - are you ready? Okay. When you DON'T HAVE the money to pay for something, it doesn't matter if it's worth it. Do you see what I'm getting at? No? Okay. Never mind.

It goes on.

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Where did Gwyneth get those shoes? Did Elton John have a garage sale?

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