Last week was half term and to celebrate the time off (and cash in on a Christmas present) we dashed off to Paris for 4 days of paradise! This was my first foray to European soil since moving to the UK and despite the red-tape bureaucracy involved with getting a visa, I was as excited as a two-year old the night before Christmas.
We whiled away our time drinking wine, eating baguettes covered in cheese and sliced meats, and roaming the streets. We managed to tick off all the major attractions as well as some of the smaller ones. We walked the length of the Champs Elysees and ate Nutella and banana crepes until we felt ill. We spent hours browsing the paintings and sculptures and art which decorate the halls of the Louvre, Musee d’Orsay and Musee Rodin; feeling creative and poetic and inspired. We had picnics in parks with the first blooms of spring, despite the chilly air and the constant need for coats. We had the token caricature done at Place du Tertre and looked out across the city from atop Sacre Coeur. We (or more accuately, I) puffed our way to the top of the Eiffel Tower to grasp the railing and feel the exhilarating rush of being hundreds of meters above ground. We experimented with the Metro (which smells far funkier than the London underground if that’s possible) and explored Montmartre to our hearts’ content.
It was lovely and romantic and all the things I imagined Paris to be and I can’t wait to go back!