Thursday, February 8, 2018

Paris For The Day

My dear, we will always have Paris.

We only spent 48 hours in the city of love, and much of it was gray and gloomy. I'd been to Paris a handful of times before, but we were traveling with a few people who hadn't.

With that in mind, we leaned in to the touristy spots and embraced the most famous parts of their culture.

The evening we arrived we were slated for a riverboat dinner on the Seine. The night kicked off with a champagne toast in the hotel (excuse the comfy airplane clothes, they sent up the bottle a few minutes after we arrived - oh, and yes, we used a selfie stick! This was a special trip and it was worth the goofiness to catch photos of all our loved ones together).

And before long we were off on a stroll towards the boat.

We settled in, drank more champagne (we were tasting the stars!), and allowed the photographer just a few photos of our group.

The boat pushed away from solid ground and we celebrated with buckets of red wine!

Pointing out the most famous buildings in the warm glow of the streetlights, as our glasses of wine were drained and refilled again and again.

We rode with Bateaux Parisiens, and I cannot speak highly enough of it. While certain aspects could be adjusted, there was such magic to the music, the sites, and the wonderful staff who gave us far more wine than we paid for.

As the boat prepared to pull back up to the riverwalk, we coasted by the glowing Eiffel Tower.

I must have downed a dozen glasses of wine and bubbly by night's end, and we stumbled onto the streets happy and warm. We took a quick pit stop under the glittering Eiffel Tower and had a chat with friendly strangers, then made our way back to the hotel to snuggle under our sheets and rest up for the next day.

After a breakfast spread at the hotel we walked to Notre Dame.

We took in the architecture

Lapped up the opulent interior

Paid our respects,

And played in the gardens around back

Before catching a cab to the Arc de Triomphe.

We snapped photos

and then took the underground path so we could explore the arc up close and personal.

With the Champs-Élysées a few feet away, we decided to grab a bite to eat (our meal was fine, but certainly touristy and I would've much preferred a quiet cafe in the 6th arr).

After our snack, we window shopped and strolled all the way down to the Louvre.

It was closed (Tuesdays, ugh) and then we passed the Musee d'Orsay (also closed, many workers were on strike that day).

We roamed for a bit and then ran over to a little cafe for the best french onion soup I've ever had.

With no museums open we embraced our time strolling the many avenues and side streets, popping into our hotel just in time to catch the sunset from our little balcony.

The next morning, just hours before we were due to fly home, we roused ourself and drank morning coffee under the gray skies on the balcony

Then headed out to make one last stop at the icon herself, soaking up the little sun in the presence of the iron beauty before picking up our bags and heading home.

A wonderful end to a glorious trip. I can't wait to see you next, Paris.


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