Everything you've heard about Paris is true.
I don't even really know where to start. I think ever since I saw Moulin Rouge at sixteen and studied in school all those years, Paris has been on my mind for a very very long time. Like, poor Woody had to deal with me talking about Paris for six months like a babbling brook.
Too cool to smile at the Notre Dame
Our first day included Notre Dame, the (now relocated) love-lock bridge, The Louvre, a stroll through the Champs-Élysées, the Arc de Triomphe (aka the most impressive roundabout ever), and The Eiffel Tower (so beyond explanation, so big, so amazing, so beautiful). You see it on shitty art at Bed, Bath, and Beyond or every form of souvenir in existence. But it's just so incredible. We casually ended up at a lunch spot and made friends with the owner, Paul. He happens to live right where our hostel was and provided some recommendations. He also apologized for our one "rude Frenchman" experience and expressed his hatred for Parisians who give a "bad rep". It seems the "Ugly American" feelings transcend across nationalities.
Day two was finally WARM with NO chance of rain, so we made the most of it (first and last time I wore my dress). We visited Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde at the Père Lachaise Cemetery then jutted over to Montmartre. Here is where you'll find the Moulin Rouge. I fulfilled my teenage dreams, then we climbed up the hill for some déjeuner to refuel. At the top of the hill there's Sacré-Cœur, but also a sweeping view of Paris. Reminded me a little of Denver and how flat they both are. Grabbed the essentials and headed to La Tour Eiffel. Wood promised we'd do this months ago and I wish I could do it every weekend. Later we went all the way up the tower (unbelievable) and came down after sunset only to find it glittering. Magical. Just when I thought I couldn't be more tired, I thought we should go back to The Louvre for a late-night photoshoot. Worth it.
Day three we knew was going to be a wet one. Visited a mediocre museum. Had a much more relaxing day around the city. We easily walked 10 miles every day, so that catches up to you quick. We ended our final night at Philou, a dinner recommendation from Paul. It was BEYOND. Especially this crazy decadent dessert that I have no idea what exactly it was.
Paris was everything I hoped it to be.
Back to the small towns we go.
Next Up: Lille, France
Here it is. Well, the original one was a pedestrian bridge and the locks were destroying it so they cut them all off and covered the bridge in plexiglass. This is a bridge next door.
Sometimes I force the photographer to be my model.
That was The Louvre, but I suppose that goes without saying.
Arc de Triomphe
There she is.
Eiffel Tower Facts: It was built for the World's Fair and was supposed to be disassembled after twenty years.
Eiffel Tower Facts: Since clearly it wasn't disassembled it now has to be sprayed with a coating because Iron (what it's made of) isn't a great material for large structures like this.
James Douglas Morrison. December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971.
You can't even go UP to his grave, but plenty of patrons have left their mark.
The gum on this nearby tree, I believe, is supposed to be an act of rebellion.
Leaving a note for a friend.
Not nearly as glamorous as the movie, but I made it!
The views from Montmartre.
We returned, for wine/cheese/meat night.
Oh just a view of Montmartre from the top of the Eiffel Tower!
She is impressive from every angle.
When we got back to the ground and walked back out, we learned that the tower glitters every night! We shared the moment with a beer and then decided to hop back over to The Louvre...
There were quite a few photoshoots going on.. all women in red dresses. I think for a wedding or engagements? We weren't quite sure, but snapped a few photos anyways.