We’re baaaaack!! Home sweet home!
It’s been three days since we spent a whirlwind week in Paris. I’ve heard from so many people, Kristian included, about how gorgeous the “city of lights” is, how amazing the food and wine is, how much slower and relaxed the pace of life is… This trip blew my expectations completely out of the water. (Except, no one told me how hot it was going to be. I wasn’t fully prepared for big city summer heat!)
And I’m not sure who this “Bobes” character is, but we most certainly found a spot on the love lock bridge! My mom gave me this adorable lock engraved with the Eiffel Tower and our wedding date for my bridal shower, and not two days later we heard that they were taking down the heavy panels. Now I fully support a structurally sound bridge, I mean — safety first! I was a little bummed out though. I resolved that we’d leave our lock somewhere in Paris, and throw away the keys. During one of our first strolls along the Seine, we stumbled upon the bridge and wouldn’t you know it! They had reinstalled the lock panels, apparently after much protest. Kristian and I returned, lock in hand, and scouted a place where we could lock it onto a lock which was locked to another lock… Phew! That’s a mouthful.
What did we do in Paris, you ask? We ate, ob-vi-ous-ly. We ate all of the things: macaroon, croissant, panne au chocolate, baguette, beouf au pauvre, fois gras, and oh my goodness all of the cheese. I tried to capture at least some of our meals before I devoured them. I wasn’t very successful mainly because I was super famished from walking around all over the city, past bakeries and pastry shops wafting their delectable aromas. As soon as a plate landed in front of me it was done for. Everything was so simple and so fresh — just one or two things on the plate, probably all basted in butter but who’s complaining? Everything was so incredibly delicious, and I felt so fancy ordering things like poulet and beouf and cafe au lait. Oooh la la!
Seriously though, the foods we ate inspired me to up my own food game here at home. I promptly bought myself Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking (ahem, volumes 1 and 2 🙂 ) and have been pouring over pages and pages of recipes for the most delicious sounding soups, meats, sauces. Simple, few ingredients coaxed into offering up the most amazing, concentrated, rich flavors? Yup, sign me up. I was reading it on the airplane back home and had to put it away for a while because my stomach started growling and our meal was still a couple hours off.
Oh, and everything came with a green salad. I mean e-vry-thing! Even fluffy omelettes and gloriously cheesy sandwiches (not pictured because I ate them too fast…).
Well hello there, pretty pink sparkly macaroon! We snagged this box of brightly colored and flavored beauties, and a bottle of French wine (tres chic! (don’t worry, I promise not to become that person)), to watch the fireworks at the Eiffel Tower for Bastille Day. We got there super early and watched the expansive grounds all around us fill with families and friends, all with their picnic blankets and baskets, all with a bottle of wine or two in tow. Everyone waited until it got dark, which likely took forever but I didn’t notice because of all the people watching.
And then the magic happened.
Okay, so I’m definitely no professional photographer and haven’t quite mastered all of the shutter speed and aperture settings on my camera, but I couldn’t help but share these perhaps slightly shaky, hazy photos. It’s entirely likely that I sat there with my mouth hanging open the entire time as fireworks whirred around and lit up the tower, synchronized to music from around the world. And my camera battery was one fumes by the end because every explosion was more brilliant than the last, I just had to capture it (even in my unpracticed, tripod-less way). It was completely mesmerizing and unlike any fireworks display I’d ever seen.
Later in the week we trekked up up UP to the steps of Sacre-Coeur in Montmartre, and once again I just stood and stared in awe — until then I’d been winding my way through cute little alley ways, getting lost on side streets and walking past what seemed like hundreds of open air cafes and quaint little gardens with their neat rows of trees and perfectly-trimmed shrubs. I knew Paris was big, but didn’t really understand the true expanse of it.
One thing I did know was that, after all of the stairs getting up there left my legs burning, I had definitely earned my nightly dessert (also not pictured because, well, you know…).
And the best way to get around Paris? The metro. You’re never more than five minutes away from a station, and the next train seemed to always be just around the corner. That and aaaaall of the walking 🙂
Have you been to Paris? Got any travel tips to share, plz?
Because we definitely need to make it back there some day.