Fridays in France…it sounds quite lovely, doesn’t it? Want to jump on a plane with me in a few hours and go back?! We can just buy everything we need there, OK? I’m already dressed like a Parisian today, so no need to change. Skinny, black jeans have become a regular thing in my wardrobe. Thank you beautiful, French ladies!
We packed a lot in to our first Paris visit, hitting the ground running the minute the plane touched town. The goal was to try and get as many touristy things in the first Paris leg so the second leg could be more relaxed and carefree. I wanted to strike this balance of seeing the can’t miss sights while having ample time to leisurely stroll the Paris streets, popping into this or that cafe for wine, cheese, bread…you name it. It sorta worked out. There’s just too many beautiful things to see and do in this city. A co-worker told me three days would be plenty and by the third day, you’d be ready to leave. Silly co-worker. Eight days wasn’t enough for me!
The sunset over the Eiffel Tower from the Montparnasse Tower will forever be one of my favorite memories. It was the first day. We were exhausted. We had serious hanger pains and were about to choke each other out. And then the sun starts to dip, the sky starts to change color, the lights of the tower start to twinkle. Everything at that moment changed for the better and set the tone for the rest of our trip. We’re in Paris. We’re in Love! We need to remember to stop and eat at the first sign of hunger or we’ll kill each other!
We returned from our trip well over a month ago, but something still tugs at my heart strings for this country. Paris especially. Upon our return, I went through a good solid week of post-vacation depression. There was just something about Paris that I missed. Still miss, actually. Another trip in the near future is a must. I could use a travel buddy!!
Have a Happy Halloween weekend, and don’t forget to fall back with the clocks. I am so looking forward to that extra hour of sleep!