Yesterday was our second Bastille Day in Paris. Of course, I shouldn’t say “Bastille Day,” as an asshat called “Carlux” ranted on a Fodor’s forum last year:
“Once again, THERE IS NO BASTILLE DAY IN FRANCE. When you are here no one will recognise the phrase Bastille Day. It’s an Anglo Saxon invention. In France it is known as the Fete Nationale, or more usually, the quatorze juillet – 14th July. So perhaps it’s better to start thinking of it that way before you arrive in Paris.”
I like the “or else” tone of that last sentence: “…or else we’ll send you to the guillotine!” Perhaps it’s better for “Carlux” to start thinking, “I’m an asshat. I shouldn’t be allowed to address people,” before he or she decides to answer an innocuous question about what’s open in Paris on Bastille Day … non?
Anyway, the military jets flying over the city surprised me because we were on our way back from Amiens when it took place last year. The last time I heard jets that close was on September 11, 2001, so you can imagine how much I enjoyed this.
Puffs of red, white and blue smoke semi-convinced me we weren't under attack.
Lots of important people were in town for the festivities. Sadly, I missed seeing first lady of Cameroon Chantal Biya and her awesome tower of hair. I did see this unusual robin’s-egg-blue Ferrari.
Just like last year, we went to dinner with our handsome friend Tom, who brought along his friend Cindy. Our hotel gave us two tricolor rosettes, so I pinned them on MrB and Tom. I thought this made them look more like my two prize-winning hogs at the county fair than revolutionaries, but in a cute way. Cindy took this photo.
What Wendy Wore
Tricolor dress: Alexander McQueen (2010)
Necklace: My own Cleopatra design
The fireworks didn’t surround the Eiffel Tower like they did last year, but they were still spectacular. Even if I didn’t think so, I’d say so, because I don’t want to risk the wrath of “Carlux.” What am I saying? I do want to make “Carlux” angry.
HAPPY BASTILLE DAY, BITCHES!
HAPPY BASTILLE DAY, BITCHES!
HAPPY BASTILLE DAY, BITCHES!
I love that you are wearing Bastille Day colours on your phwoar-ish dress. Hope you had the most Bastillery Bastille day ever!
so damn jealous!
Oh, I’m so envious! BASTILLE DAY in Paris…ooh la la.
That is an amazing Ferrari, xoxo
BONNE Fête!!!
Also, that Carlux guy *is* an asshat. When I say Bastille day to mes amis françaises they know which day I’m talking about.
Too right. I have to imagine that other nations have different names for American holidays, too. Grumpy Carlux …
Prize winning hogs!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!! You are so awesome!
I love being in Paris on Bastille Day because I love to watch the jets flying in formation over the Champs Elysees and there is nothing like watching the French Foreign Legion march. Vive la France.
Your comment about prize winning hogs at a country fair is just another classic Wendy B-ism.
The jets would have freaked me out…the memory is still too raw.
Good god, that Ferrari is freaking gorgeous.
Your boobies look great in that dress. 😉
Holy head of hair! Miss J is wondering how many wigs are involved in that hairdid!
Hope Miss Wendy is having une ball en France. IF she sees Carlux, she must remind him if the asschapeau fits, wear it.
Happy Bastille, bitch! So jealous that you celebrated en France!
Reena x
i hope you are having a blast! somehow i bet you are!
and that blue ferrari is REDONK!
Dead at “prize-winning hogs.” Who got the award for curliest tail and who got the one for handsomest snout?
i always love seeing pics of you and mr. b
smiles,
gina
that is one snazzy Ferrari.
CARLUX advises you to properly refer to this day as the Fête Nationale, and not “BASTILLE DAY” or you risk a French “SALUTE,” consisting of: un coup à son derrière avec des bottes du Lagerfeld!
(carlux hates to admit it, but carlux loves your tri-color dress and is jealous.)
THAT IS ALL.
(p.s.: after all that, my captcha was “kickline.” haw)
Don’t we just love these people who tell us how to do things CORRECTLY? Off to the guillotine with them… (plus, if I could say ‘quatorze juillet’ gracefully I might even say it, but until then Bastille day is so much easier).
I love the shade of the car.
You look phenomenal. Enjoy the day!
What a wonderful way to spend Bastille Day! And yup–I’m going to keep calling it Bastille Day.
BTW–Love the Cleopatra necklace and McQueen dress!
I hope you enjoyed lots of Champagne, or Cremant, if it was bubbly not actually from Champagne. Sounds like something that Carlux person would object to.
Hells bells. That Ferrari is gorgeous. You should have totally car-jacked it and had your picture taken in it. Wearing your own jewelry. Or it that too Lindsay-Lohan ish???
How lovely! We had Bastille day on 60th St. in the city last Sunday. Just created a traffic jam!
Great shot of the fireworks!
Yes, their ribbons look like they were prize-winning livestock… haha.
Blue Ferrari, I ‘heart’ you. Was it parked on Ave. Montaigne?
This probably won’t surprise you, but I LOVED the tower of hair on Chantal B! Put me to shame.
Dude, my French friends call it Bastille Day, so asshat Carlux can suck it!