I have been to Paris, France. I had the opportunity to go in 2010 with my sweet friend who was gifted a trip from her bosses.
It was my Eat, Pray, Love experience where I was finishing up my divorce from a 3 year marriage/7 year relationship.
This was my opportunity to find my self. Be bold, go somewhere foreign alone.
It was the coolest trip I have ever been on. I loved everything about Rome and Florence.
Paris was another story.
Maybe we should have started with Paris, and worked our way down to Italy.
The people in Italy were so warming and nice. They loved Americans.
They especially loved us because my best friend had BLONDE hair. They would yell “lady gaga” to her.
HAHA. She hated it!
We ate lunch in a cute little restaurant at a random Piazza and we literally had 3 waiters!
They either wanted a big tip or hoped we would take them to America….
Anyways, I was excited for Paris. The city of love! I loved parisian inspired decor and the whole aura of it seemed appealing.
Unfortunately the people were NOT as welcoming as the Italians.
The 1st place we ate in Paris was gross. You really couldn’t just walk in anywhere and eat something delish.
We were treated poorly because we didn’t speak the language.
I just felt miffed. Unappreciated.
Once we were atop the Eiffel Tower, which was nothing like I expected, we got to see this beautiful site:
Small for those easily offended.
I was expecting the view to be a little more romantic.
So my hopes of the city were slowly failing, Until the sun set.
Champs Elysees was so magical, right before Christmas they had lights everywhere and cute little handmade shops selling random gift items.
I remember feeling this majestic feeling at night. The city became alive with this power.
The power was so strong that it convinced my girlfriend and I that we DIDNT need a cab back to the hotel and we were totally fine walking.
We walked 8 miles. or more. We were so high off this energy of the city and the lights. We were so filled with some parisian air drug that we were deliriously happy walking everywhere.
It was safe, and the people were out, still shopping, despite the cold temperatures.
It was my favorite memory of Paris.
Have you ever seen the movie “Midnight in Paris” If you haven’t I recommend it.
I love Woody Allen Movies.
This one was so sweet, and charming it made me see Paris in a why I didn’t see at the time I was there.
I want to go back now. I want to experience Paris being in love, not heartbroken.
I want to go back in the spring time. Not the gray, cold winter.
The weird thing was, during the day the sky was dark and gray, it seemed so clouded and sad.
At night the sky would open up, it was clear and fresh!
It was alive at night. Unlike any city I’ve been to.
So, I figured out why there is this “Paris is always a good idea” mantra
The decor, the macaroons, the lifestyle. It’s so chic, so unpretentious.
The people are so posh naturally because of their environment that they are so imitated.
I think its time to go back.
This is a photo montage of our walk back to our hotel. Delirious and happy, and cold.
The Crepes are always the best in France. Our tiny pic with Mona Lisa
These pictures don’t do the magic of the lights at night.
Have any of you been to Paris? Was your experience more majestic?
I hope to go back one day. To see it in the spring time.
So see it more like this: