This boutique florist in the heart of the Left Bank shall remain nameless as I couldn’t find a name anywhere. I will just have to go back and get it!
It’s the second time on my travels to Paris that this little shop, somewhere between Rue de Lille and Boulevard Saint Germain, has caught me by the tail and etched floral imaginings in my brain. Last time I stumbled through the door it was to gasp at the gigantic faces of cherry red peonies with heads the size of dinner plates. This time the season is later, it’s mid-winter, and if you look close enough you might just spot the polar bears.
That white glowing thing you see in the window is a polar bear that has been lit from within. True to nature the store has flowers falling inwards at you from every available surface and crevice. Amongst these are the bears, some alight and some just furry. They are hidden amongst the foliage and peeking at you as you venture into this forbidding floral cave.
There’s also a wonderful little market for bulbs on the right bank along the Seine.
