We took the train from Bruges to Paris and met with our host at THE MOST MAGICAL APARTMENT EVER. I’m pretty sure I did about 92 hours of internet research before deciding Le Marais was the best area to stay. The apartment was located on one of the oldest streets in Paris, in the heart of everything and right above a dozen falafel restaurants and Jewish bakeries. Yum. The apartment was just stunning — the old beams, the light, the wine, the view…
On our first night in Paris, we decided to stay close to home and went to L’Alimentari, an Italian restaurant in Le Marais. Upon entering the restaurant, we quickly learned Parisians eat much later than Americans, as we were the only people in the restaurant for a good forty minutes. Ha! The food (and wine) were delicious.
Let’s talk about brunch. We splurged at Angelina’s, famous for their ridiculous hot chocolate. The 40€ Angelina brunch was more than enough for one person, although I had no problem finishing one on my own.
Playing around at the Centre Pompidou.
My absolute favorite site to see was Sainte-Chapelle. The colors were overpowering, even on an overcast day, and no photo I took could capture the beauty of that stained glass.
After walking around Notre Dame, we strolled over Love Lock Bridge. Justin immortalized The Duke on a locket, and we threw the keys into the Seine. =^‥^= Yeah, we’re those people.
We got incredibly lucky with weather throughout our trip to Europe, but I gotta say, Paris is pretty charming when it rains.
Musée d’Orsay, a railway station turned art museum.
I’d romanticized about visiting the Shakespeare & Company bookstore for quite some time, so the no photo rule need not apply.
As luck would have it, one of my good friends Erin just so happened to be visiting Paris at the same time, so we met up with her one day and explored the Paris Flea Market and neighborhood of Montmartre. It was so nice for us to see a familiar face, and it made us feel even more like locals.
We were determined to end our day with Erin at Pain Vin Fromages, a popular spot for fondue. However, we couldn’t get in until 10:30 at night, so we made the reservation and waited it out with a bottle of wine (which we decided would only make the food taste that much better). I cannot explain what cheese fondue after a bottle of wine in Paris tastes like, but I will say this… it is worth the cost of the airfare it takes to get there.
The famous Ladurée macaroons. As adorable as macaroons are, they’re not my favorite. I’d heard so many good things about Ladurée that I figured it was worth the try. They were good, but I’m sticking with pie.
Au revoir, Paris! We will meet again.