
Palais Galliera
One of my very favorite….
Sometimes in Paris I….
A favorite sport in Paris is….
Okay. I admit it. My very very favorite thing to do in Paris is shop. I shop every single day, though I rarely buy anything. The joy of shopping, especially here in Paris, is enjoying the magnificent products of France and the incredibly luscious way they are displayed. In other words, shopping is like going to a museum.
What joy, then, when I found a museum that’s like shopping! I speak of the Palais Galliera, a smallish treasure on the Right Bank otherwise known as the Musée de mode de la Ville de Paris. It apparently has a huge collection of getups going back to the 18th Century, plus a special underthings collection. This week it was featuring the wardrobe of the late singer/actress/European superstar, Dalida. If you have not heard of Dalida, think of Celine Dion in Vegas, and you’ll get the idea.

Dalida
A former Miss Egypt, Dalida got into show biz in the mid-fifties, and the show opens with an early costume, a bright red velvet bustier dress with about a 19-inch waist. The clothes get more and more sophisticated and we see a little Pierre Cardin, a little Balmain, and a little Yves St. Laurent.
Then the costumes kind of explode into ruffles, feathers, and sequins in white, gold, red, and a little helping of leopard. Projected on the walls is a running film of Dalida musical performance in which she is wearing the same costumes, and is always surrounded by four lithe young male dancers. Dalida’s career morphed into pop, rock, and disco, with a change of look for each incarnation.
As glamorous as all this was, her private life was soaked in tragedy. In 1967, her fiancé committed suicide after being eliminated from a singing contest. In the years to follow, three more lovers chose to end it all by gunshot, window-leaping, and inhaling the exhaust of a Renault 25. Eventually, Dalida herself overdosed on barbiturates in 1987, leaving behind a note that said “Life has become unbearable … forgive me.”

Dalida’s grave in Paris
There is one little victory in death, though. At the age of 53, she was exactly the same size as she was at the age of 25.
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Dalida may have had to work at maintaining that 25″ waist for so long. Myself, at 73, I am still the same height, weight and waist size I was at 18. And I’m a guy. It’s unAmerican, I know. I have fluctuated upward over the years, but I have always come back down. Tom looks to be as fit as he was in his younger years too.
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Rick, the weight’s the same. It’s distributed somewhat differently…
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How tragic that such a creative, beautiful woman with so much to offer not only chose to take her own life but may have also infected her lovers with a suicidal contagion . . or perhaps she enjoyed the company of those sadder than she. Never enough applause, never enough ruffles or what’s a heaven for, anyway? P.S. Did you possibly get shopping affliction on Wisconsin Avenue?
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I’m guessing, but I think she liked her men deep and dark. And I don’t mean dark haired. I had a little early shopping in RI, but Wisconsin Ave..was where the big habit began!
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And did “we” buy chausseurs? J’espere!
Enjoy one of our fav cities! Off to Collioure 13 June. Did you know Lalena sold “your” house?
xx Kathleen
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Would love to live in Collioure again if only for a few weeks. Longer if you and Phil promised to be there.
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Yes, we did buy chaussures! Why don’t you come visit?
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Ah, Wisconsin Avenue. Eighteen – the age of everything and endless possibilities. I think Paris would overwhelm me. Georgetown was all the fantasy I needed. Enjoy a wonderful Mother’s Day, dear friend.
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We would go to one little boutique at a time. You are trainable.
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Wow, two great museums in two posts. I agree with Louise that museums with staid pictures can wear out a person and the three dimensional museums are really fun. One can “feel” the live people who once used or wore the items.
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Yes, exactly! I did not want to say anything about two dimensional art, but I like this stuff better.
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Oh, marvelous. You are agin in Paris. I can only envy you…. I love your blogs, certainly full of details that only few would have paid attention to. Meanwhile here we are not-enjoying spring weather, and do enjoy little Zahav and how fast he grows.
Alec and Hadar are having their first mother’s day as parents. Welcome to the club!
Happy Mother’s Day,
Yours, Michal
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I may be in Paris but I am jealous of your time with Zahav! Hope your Mother’s Day was happy as well…
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Well, you and Sally around 50 and just as thin and gorgeous as ever. I’m impressed!
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Aww. It’s all that working out and the dark chocolate.
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Ah – shopping on Wisconsin Ave – what memories !!! good training for future shopping efforts for all of us !!
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