Mon Nouvel Ami Francis

                       

My entire stay in Paris last January was spent looking longingly through the windows of Hotel Costes Roses Dani Roses' gorgeous shop.  They were always closed.  I knew I had to get inside for my magazine assignment so I got up bright and early (for me) our last day and walked the two blocks down rue St. Honoré determined. I had tried to set up an appointment via email prior but we never set a date so I waltzed in prepared to negotiate.  The gentleman in the shop tried his best to contact someone to give me permission and finally told me he couldn't allow photos as he was not in charge. He asked me to come back later that day.  At about 5:30, as the sun was setting, I slid in the door, introduced myself and this lovely man whose name was Francis looked at me and said, "Madame, I have been waiting for you all day!". On that note, he so very kindly moved vases, helped me set up shots and could not have been kinder.  While I shot, I noticed he was wrapping some roses and I thought it was for a delivery. Non, they were for me. When I thanked him for his kindness, he  handed me the bouquet and said, "For your last night in Paris."  A Paris moment I will never forget.  I walked the blocks back down St. Honoré feeling like the luckiest girl in Paris.

Costes Roses Dani Roses

rue St. Honoré

75001 Paris