Saturday morning would start with a pastry and chocolat chaud at the classic Angelina on Rue de Rivoli. Then, I'd go for a long walk before shopping at the Boulevard Raspail market. Next, I'd head to lunch at Bistrot Belhara before going to shop for impeccably designed, apothecary products from Buly 1803. Next, I'd head to Repetto for a pair of ballerina flats a la Audrey Hepburn. After another long walk and maybe a nap, I'd have dinner at Cafe Select followed by dessert---probably baba au rhum or a tarte tatin. I'd finish off the night at the Palais Royal to see a ballet before Benjamin Millepied leaves the company.
Sunday morning would begin at Coquelicot Bakery in Montmartre where I'd have a cup of tea and half-baguette slice with butter and honey. Then, I'd be off for another day of aimless wandering. I would end up at Librairie Les Arpenteurs and leave with an armful of books. I'd do a mid-morning cafe visit to La Fourmi Ailee for a coffee and snack. Later, I'd go for lunch at Bistrot Paul Bert and have whatever is in season. Then, I'd start shopping at Didier Ludot in hopes of finding vintage YSL and Hermes. I would stop for another cafe break at Cafe Kitsune before heading to get a haircut at Studio34 where Jeanne Damas gets hers done. Before the weekend ends, I would fight my way through City-Pharma for Caudalie, Bioderma, and Avene products. For dinner, I'd go to L'Arpege where I will go for broke. Afterwards, I'd spend my scarcely remaining euros on macarons at Pierre Herme before exploring late into the night. Case in point--last time I was in Paris, my phone died so I had an excellent adventure navigating back to Montmartre from the Champs Elysees.