You know you are meant for a city when on your first visit it rains constantly and you still fall madly in love with the place. We were lucky that our first day was beautiful, but tromping through the rain on the next three didn't even dampen (ha ha!) our spirits. Paris was all that I expected and more, well except for the rudeness (people seemed to go out of their way to be nice to us). And the fashion, I have honestly never seen so many well-dressed people in my life: the Sartorialist must run out of film (if that still happened) when he goes there. And the food, seriously the best croissants, crème brûlée, oysters, cheese and everything I have ever had (we did a lot of walking but still I am now on a diet!). And the wine, and the museums, and the cafés, the shoes, the list goes on and on...I loved Paris so much I would never want to live there, but instead save it for a special and often vacation spot that I never take for granted and always feel the way about it that I did on this trip.
It all went something like this: Eiffel Tower, Jardin des Tuileries, Chanel and more window shopping, delicious salad/sandwich lunch, trying on shoes, first macaroons, cheese shops patisseries, café people watching, Parisian street catwalk watch, quiche snack, red wine on the steps of Montmartre church, tight squeeze escargot dinner, more red wine!, walk through the red light district, late night chat with our French host, more red wine!, croissant and pastry breakfast (and a bit of a hangover), Père Lachaise Cemetery, Jim Morrison's grave, Centre Georges Pompidou Modern Art Museum, clothing purchase (stay tuned), five course meal that included oysters, steak and the best crème brûlée, sleep, croissant and pastry breakfast number two, flea market, antique market, crepes, shoe purchase (stay tuned), the Louvre, the Mona Lisa, cheese plate and wine, evening walk, moules frites and wine under heating lamps, French bar playing The Doors (of course), late night sleep, farewell lunch, sad trip home.
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