{La Vie en Rose: Paris} Roses Costes Boutique.

Posted on Dec 20, 2011

Since my heart dwells in Paris, I might as well begin sharing my favourite spots in the City of Light, non?

Whilst wandering the luxe Rue Saint Honoré (in a navy trench and linen scarf, complete with slimy blister-laden bandaged feet hidden in flat-soled riding boots) I came upon the Roses Costes boutique. My heart nearly blew out of my chest the moment I saw it: Roses Costes.

Glamorous Monk image of Roses Costes Paris on Rue Saint Honore

This rose shop has got to be one of the most magical flower emporiums I’ve ever witnessed (not that I’ve exactly scoured the earth hunting flower shops). It’s the epitome of abundance and lush goodness. I wasn’t the only one pressing my oily nose against their pristine beveled glass either. Every passerby (who wasn’t local) stopped and allowed their jaws to gape open; they snapped photos on iPhones and professional Nikons alike. Yes, the place is fricking magical.

And it’s only focus roses. Not a silly carnation in sight. This, you see, is one of the many reasons I so love Paris. Specialty. Say it with me now… special-tee. Quite the opposite of a big box (oh, how they make me barf), these specialty shops know their purpose and they stick to it like perfectly engineered sushi rice. They do not carry random ‘accessories’ or bulk anything. They do not pander to ‘related products.’

No, in Paris they have razor sharp focus on doing the finest damn job on that one thing. That one, tiny thing. Thus, if you happen to be in the market for that one tiny thing, you will know precisely where to go find it.

Glamorous Monk image of Roses Costes Paris on Rue Saint Honore

To say, “OMG, this rose shop is so cute” simply does not suffice. One must be very clear about the calibre of such places, and loudly declare, “Oh my dearest God! I think I’m going to pass out from the sheer awesomeness!” – yes, saying something like that would be far more accurate.

As far as I’m concerned, places like Roses Costes are therapuetic healing centers. Indeed, if one could soak up this much beauty and take in the natural wonder and colour therapy found in this tiny shop on a daily basis (weekly even!) then your annual psychologist bill would be greatly reduced.

Drooling against their window fronts, I was so happy I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs in pure joy (but I didn’t… I did, however, jump up and down, and yank incessantly on Hubby’s coat sleeve though).

Glamorous Monk image of Roses Costes Paris on Rue Saint Honore

I urgently suggest you visit. Complete with reckless abandon. And fall in love with La Vie en Rose. Just remember to take your smelling salts should you pass out from the sheer awesomeness.

Merci.