Vaudeville ☕️ Salon du Dessin ✍️ Palais Royal 🌸

 

Moules, master drawings and magnolias.

I met JULIA for lunch at le Vaudeville. 29, rue Vivienne, 75002

L'Ile Flottante

Did you have a dolls house when you were a kid?

I bought this silver tea tray on the Ile Saint-Louis at l’Ile Flottante.

And this doll's tea set I bought at the puce.

 Dollhouse memories came flooding back.

A dollhouse can be a refuge - an escape from reality.

If you happen to have an older, bigger sister, who isn't thrilled you showed up, then your dollhouse is a sanctuary.

Like Alice, you choose the "drink me" bottle.
You become very small. You hide inside your dollhouse.

Inside you can dream up anything you want. Your imagination takes off. Out of adversity comes...creativity.

This tiny shop, L'Ile Flotantte on the Ile Saint-Louis is heaven for former and current dollhouse addicts.

If you can't run over there today, take a look at their wonderous website.

Or take the Metro to the Pont Marie stop and just cross the bridge.

I still have this tiny sewing machine - the last remnant of my dollhouse. It never stitched up anything except the fabric of my dreams. Perhaps I should thank my sister ☺️