Every winter since 2020, when night starts to hit before 4 p.m. and it feels like the permanent state of meteorological affairs is grey drizzle, Netflix has been providing some sundrenched reprieve in the form of Emily in Paris, the rom-com series starring Lily Collins as a perky, slightly clueless, American marketing executive trying to thrive in the French capital.
Grim winters don’t really exist in the unapologetically fun and frothy show, except briefly in a cozy Alpine village — instead, Emily’s world is a perpetual runway of fabulous outfits and hot men set against stunning backdrops in the Latin Quarter, the Loire Valley, Provence and the French Riviera.
