Last weekend, Grace, Changy, and I went to Paris! Grace and I caught a Friday evening Eurostar out of London, so by the time we got to Paris, it was really late dinner time. Then we went back to the apartment to rest up for an exciting weekend… and promptly locked the dead bolt. Not in the closed position.
So… we spent the night with the door ajar. But we set up a foolproof security system.
Despite this alarming start to the trip, the owner of the apartment was actually really great and came to fix it first thing in the morning. And the apartment was actually pretty nice.
With the door again securely locked, we set off to explore Paris. First stop: coffee.
Then we meandered our way over a bridge…
…to Notre Dame, where we did the touristy thing.
…No, not wait in line. Who do you think we are? We just took the requisite pictures and continued on to lunch. Where we had a glorious three-course lunch. It was difficult to move (and stay awake) afterwards.
We stumbled our way back to the Notre Dame island and caught a Seine river cruise to see everything the lazy way
And I really like these locks that we saw on our way back
Changy went back to the apartment to rest while Grace and I went shopping for goodies! Like pastries and cheese and caramels. Jacques Genin’s caramels blow my mind.
(If you happened to see Changy in that photo… it’s true, we went back on Sunday.)
For dinner, we went to Au Passage for small plates. Highlights include: a singing Australian chef, an attempt (and fail) at eating sea urchin, and leeks.
I guess we’re all old now, because we just went back to the apartment afterward and went to sleep, with the intention of waking up early to go to Versailles.
Key word: intention. Since we actually woke up way too late to go to Versailles, we had a baguette and cheese breakfast.
And then just went to the Louvre instead.
Then we hopped down to check out the Tuileries Garden, Place de la Concorde, and Arc de Triomphe.
Then we rushed over to Rue du Montorgueil, which David Lebovitz had highly recommended. Unfortunately, 4:30 on a Sunday does not appear to be a good time to visit a market. Most everything was closed 😦 So we had a truly terrible cup of coffee and then walked back toward the apartment, possibly stopping by Jacques Genin again on our way…
For dinner, we went to Breizh Cafe, a creperie! The crepes were delicious and they specialize in cider, so naturally, we split a bottle.
The next morning, I caught a train back to London then Cambridge for class in the afternoon, but I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet… it was cold last weekend. And constantly flurrying, like we were in the snowglobe version of Paris:
So that’s it for my first vacation this year! Can’t wait for more to come! 🙂