Bikram Yoga Paris is the latest hot spot (literally) for fashion insiders in the City of Light. This form of yoga, which is practiced in a room that's heated to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, is old news in New York, but the trend is just taking hold among workout-averse Parisians (though co-director Marine Ochin assures us that the French are more exercise-prone than we think). Along with editors from Paris Vogue and Numéro, the studio, which offers daily English-language classes, has attracted an impressive list of visiting international celebrities, including Andie MacDowell, Keanu Reeves, Elle Macpherson, Madonna, and David Duchovny. Does Ochin see the trend exploding further? "Yes, we're planning more studios in Paris and possibly elsewhere in France in the near future," she told us. For more information, see www.bikramyogaparis.com.

Should someone feel compelled to give out an award, Akris would win hands-down for the most elegant party of Paris fashion week. On Wednesday evening, designer Albert Kriemler received about a hundred guests at the company's City of Light HQ, a flat in the tony 16th arrondissement. As they looked out at the reflection of the Eiffel Tower in the building across the way, guests in cocktail attire drank Champagne and waited patiently for the main attraction: dinner. Unlike the usual fashion-week event, where you're lucky to grab a dried-out canapé, Kriemler had his chef, who seems to have a personal following among the designer's friends and acquaintances, cook for everyone. On the menu was traditional, hearty Swiss fare—which, at the end of a long day of shows, was most welcome.

A far-flung correspondent reports from the zebra-striped ottomans of Bungalow 8's new outpost:

There were apparently 17 parties on Monday night of London fashion week. A brutally edited cross section might have begun with Vanity Fair's fête for Michael Roberts at Tim Jefferies' gallery, Hamiltons. It was very friends-of: Mario Testino, Daphne Guinness, Elizabeth Saltzman Walker, Evangeline Blahnik, Robert Forrest, Hakan Rosenius, Ninivah Khomo and her spectacular daughter Delilah. Michael has made a fine art out of globally staggered launches for his books, usually accompanied by an intimate dinner. Tonight was no exception.

Intimates Jefferson Hack and Anouck Lepère then made their way to the party Hack was hosting for Christopher Kane at Bungalow 8. Since its soft opening on Saturday night, it's taken mere hours for Amy Sacco's London outpost to fulfill the same function it did in Manhattan—i.e., it's the place where the world ends up after hours. Inevitably, some will miss the space's previous incarnation, a gay bar called Brief Encounter, but right now the locals are curious to see if the big gun of New York nightlife can hit the target here.

The palm tree murals aren't yet in place, and the door action has the air of chaos that befits the hottest velvet rope in town, but mixology legend Ben Pundole knows his cocktails and, however much the inspiration might be the Beverly Hills Hotel's bungalows, I say the zebra-skin ottomans echo El Morocco, and that's a chic alternative to London's usual trendy holes-in-the-wall. Hoxton's crown prince and princess, Henry Holland and Agyness Deyn, were bouncing in tonight (after the obligatory wait outside), but you just know Bungalow 8 will be the hangout of choice for visiting movie stars and glittering young socials like Camilla Al Fayed.

Meanwhile, le vrai young London was at Maya on Dean Street for PPQ's party. In a word, unhinged! Johnny Borrell (is he still Mr. Kirsten Dunst?) played a set. I spotted a Ferry, an Osbourne, and a Geldof (plus a Sadie Frost ex with his model squeeze). The DJ mashed up the Cure and Don't Leave Me This Way. And in a low-ceilinged roomful of the city's It-est girls and boys, the breathtaking Edewor-Thorley twins, identical stunners Georgie and Kessie, were so über-It they would undoubtedly rock the world of arch twin connoisseur Prince Rogers Nelson.
—Tim Blanks

Botswana is absolutely beautiful! The daily adventures into the bush are fascinating—it's a different experience each time. We saw the Big Five: a lion, a leopard, an elephant, a buffalo, and a rhino. The various tented camps each have their own charm. Mombo has the best game viewing in Botswana. Abu is an elephant-back safari—we rode elephants for three days and had a truly elegant dinner in the bush (complete with hyenas to clean up). Vumbura has the most luxurious tents—they give the illusion that you're sleeping outside. At Jack's Camp we went quad biking in the Kalahari Desert. North Island (in the Seychelles) is a private island in the Indian Ocean with the most beautiful unspoiled white beaches. We had a honeymoon dinner on the sand, where we were surrounded by torches set into hearts made of sand. Africa has captured my imagination. We're already planning Namibia for 2008!

Photo: Dr. Lisa Airan

Independent projects by the siblings of Hollywood stars don't always fare well (see Frank Stallone, musical career of). But a recent trip to the Gesine bakery in Montpelier, Vermont, proved there are exceptions. Owned by Gesine Bullock, sister of Sandra, the Green Mountain store stocks a selection of goods as sweet and wholesome (and a good deal tastier) than your average studio rom com. You can order Gesine's sublime macaroons online (www.gesine.com), but for everything else, including the great blueberry pie, you'll have to make the drive north. If you're worried about calories, you could always walk back.

Photo: Raymond Prado/courtesy of Gesine