Last night, I stepped into the glam of Nocturne Rive Droite—an evening of gallery hopping, sparkling cocktails, and stylish crowds in the heart of Paris’s most elite art district. What began as a quiet, almost contemplative stroll through exhibitions quickly turned into a festive affair, with laughter spilling out onto the sidewalks, and Champagne flowing as freely as conversation.
Cécile and I rendez-vous’d for a cocktail at Le Bristol Hotel and soon found ourselves among the canvases and sculptures as we wandered from gallery to gallery. We capped off the night with a cozy, late dinner at a tucked-away bistrot just off rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré.
A night that started with quiet curiosity ended in full Parisian sparkle—equal parts art, appetite, and serendipity—all in all, very fun and highly recommended!
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