I wanted to come home from Paris and tell you that it is so overrated, and what you see in movies is total crap and it isn’t romantic and beautiful. But it is. It was completely lovely and full of cheese and wine and chocolate and beautiful places and little brasseries on every corner. We had the best time. One small problem: it was COLD. Freaking cold. And it was even colder because if we wanted to see and do everything that we came to see and do we had to be out in it all the live long day! The cold had its advantages though. Paris is such a touristy destination that it is often jam packed with people in all the major areas but this weekend it was empty. The cold also lead us to look like the Pillsbury doughboy in all the pictures because we were so bundled up. We also took few to many taxi rides but I think I will take cold over crowds every time.
We flew in on Thursday and arrived around noon. We bravely made our way to our hotel using only public transportation. I find that the key to remember in a new city with an extensive train/subway system is that even though it is all unfamiliar and in a different language, it is successfully ridden by total morons every day. (Not that everyone is a moron but statistically, there have to be some.)
We spent the first afternoon and evening walking. We had a quick lunch from a bakery and walked to Notre Dame and from there we walked along the river to the Louvre and then down to the Arc de Triumph and then to the Eiffel Tower. This was not a short walk. We arrived at the Eiffel Tower after dark and there was hardly anyone around (except men selling little tower figurines every 10 feet). We found a restaurant near the tower and had a long dinner and watched the tower sparkle each hour!
I’ll post more tomorrow!