this is what we know about paris in january. it's really cold (2 degree lows and 6 degree highs) and it rains a plenty.
1.go thermal. there's no reason to wear all your clothes at once and look like a puff ball to prevent from freezing. that is why some clever person invented thermal underwear. my mom calls them spencers. get a spencer (aka thermal vest). kinda dorky, but it's under your clothes for a reason.
2. boots. as a tourist, you'll be walking a lot - so heeled shoes are a no no. it's also cold and wet as heck - so boots are the obvious choice. i'm quite partial to leather ones that look better with age and can withstand the cold, wet & sludgy parisian streets.
3. a coat. only take one. i know you're going to be tempted to take more than one because you want 'options' - don't. nine times out of ten you will only wear one of your coats! a warm one (insulated), preferably with a hood (when you don't want to carry an umbrella) and that you won't mind getting rained on. you take them off whenever you're inside anyway - the euros love their indoor heating.
7. tights / leggings. not the willy nilly opaque types - the thick wooly ones. awesome!
8. shirt dresses. the kind that can work over tights or jeans, that look great layered under cardigans and coats.
9. beanie. also good for covering up rainy hair syndrome.
10. one bag. i have learned this from months of travelling - you will only ever need one handbag. it has to be (a) big enough (b) have several pockets and (c) have a variety of handles so you can carry it by hand or strap it over your body when you're walking. alternatively, take a backpack.
what remained of yellow and white dala-painted polystyrene lettering indicating the occasion spelled the above
we lost an 'i' 'p' and half 'y' ( previously dissolved by super glue ) in the quickmove ( thanks helpful friends ) fifteen minutes to kickoff when rapidly flapping yellow bunting strewn across the parking lot signalled the arrival of the south wester, and rain
which didn't drizzle/dazzle us at all
frantic two hours prior to the guests arrival was spurred on by moronic 'doing their duty' metro blocking off all entrance to the beachfront, and my street
not even tears would convince the kfc friendly blue badged stoic
luckily two others, swayed by the unmet promise of cake, obliged us with car entry in a sneaky lane
but all disparity dissipated once changed, adorned with hideous clangy perspex necklace ( as only nataniel can do ) and amassed by loved friends who spoilt me so ( cant believe these presents ... so special )
a well-fed penguin of gratitude to each person who obligingly cut and stuck yellow bunting, set tables, baked cupcakes, came to my party, belled, tweeted, facebooked or texted
i had a very happy day, just as you all wished me ... all thanks to you
im sure its going to be a wonderful, this twenty five