I think we’re all feeling a bit of wanderlust right now.
I’ve never been a big holiday person, and I certainly wasn’t the type to go on a trip every single year. The inability to travel at the moment, though, has definitely made me feel the itch, the incurable restlessness, to get up out of my surroundings and go exploring. I’ve been to Europe twice, Paris and London and Florence will forever be among my favourite cities on the planet, and my family trip to Disney World was quite literally a dream come true. I’m a creature of comfort and one who seriously appreciates my home country and town, but ever since I was a child, I’ve been intrigued by far-off places. (Belle’s influence on me, no doubt!)
In a time like this, when travel is definitively not an option, my escape of choice is, naturally, to turn to my books. I’ve read quite a few novels that take place in the UK this year, for that reason.
But, sometimes, a TV show comes along that even I cannot resist and will encourage me to put my book (temporarily) aside…and, Emily in Paris on Netflix without doubt met that criteria for me. Case in point, I finished the entire series (all 10 half-hour episodes) in ONE DAY! I’m not a binger, so that’s pretty much unheard of for me, and I haven’t clicked “Next Episode” that rapidly since I watched my all-time favourite show Brooklyn Nine-Nine for the first time.
Emily in Paris is a feast for the senses. The music is top-notch, combining both classic, Parisian songs with more modern, TikTok worthy tunes. The fashion is incroyable (I mean, doesn’t Lily Collins just look good in everything?!). But, it is the setting, the exquisite and almost heartbreaking scenery of Paris, that steals the show. Don’t get me wrong, the plot is adorable and very Devil Wears Prada-esque, which I am so so here for…but it was seeing my favourite place on Earth, the familiar cobblestoned streets, the shining rooftop of the Opéra Garnier, that made my heart soar.
I’ve visited Paris twice, and this is honestly one of the proudest accomplishments of my life (other than my relationship with my husband and my role as mother to my 1 year old son, obviously). I had seeing a ballet at the Paris Opera House as the first entry on my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and when I finally got to do exactly that on the first night of my honeymoon in 2018, I had to keep pinching myself. When Emily tracks down a fashion designer by scaling the famous steps of the Opéra Garnier and busting her way into a private box, it brought me right back to that night, sitting in my own box with my husband, and I could feeling my chest clenching. I desperately want to get back to Paris again one day soon, but until the current state of affairs permits, at least Emily in Paris gave me the dose of that city of lights and love that I craved.
If you’re feeling like being home for the ten-millionth month is beginning to grate on you, I seriously suggest turning on Emily in Paris. Even if it’s just in the background as you cook or clean, even if you watch only 10 or 15 minutes or only one episode, it is sure to lift your mood and scratch that travel itch, at least for the time-being.
If you do happen to watch the show, let me know what you think in the comments below! And if you love Paris as much as me, be sure to also let me know why you thinks it’s très magnifique!
Janille N G
Girl with a Green Heart