In my post “A Tribute to Natural Paris,” I talked about how plant beauty, whether it be trees or shrubs or flowers, pops up in unexpected places in Paris. The sight of greenery is a relief, a way to slow the soul as it moves through this busy city. In talking about those tiny pockets, I forgot to mention the plant shops of Paris.
These shops are the small stores where Parisians buy bouquets or houseplants or annuals for window planters. They usually have lovely displays. Anyone who walks through Le Marais or St. Germain-des-Pres might turn a corner and suddenly encounter one, then be sucked into the dream of colorful flowers and soft foliage. These shops are places to pause, to browse, to inhale the sweet scents. Like little gifts amidst the concrete city, they always draw me into their dream.
Plants for Indoors and Out
Owning a plant shop has always seemed fun to me. You can be around plants all day, you can think about them, learn more about them, take care of them. It’s not too different from my job as a gardener but seemingly more glamorous. I don’t think I’ll ever own a plant shop but I wrote a story about a young woman who manages one. My novel, The Forgetting Flower, focuses on a Polish transplant named Renia who’s seeking a better life in the City of Light while dealing with a very special plant she has secretly locked away. In a tribute to the source of my inspiration, here are some photos of the plant shops of Paris.