Greetings from Paris!
I love this city. I really, really, really do. I arrived yesterday afternoon around 4PM and immediately started running around at full speed. Seriously – when I finally sat down and took my shoes off last night around midnight, it was just about the greatest feeling in my entire life.
Don’t get me wrong, London was fantastic. On Monday I played all day with one of my sorority sisters (and chowed at Borough Market… for the record, I love Ethiopian food!) and then went to dinner followed by a rooftop viewing of Whiplash with my mom’s friend from summer camp in the 70’s eldest daughter (did you get all that?) who I hadn’t seen in about thirteen years. Crazy. I began Tuesday with spending an embarrassingly large amount of money at Fortnum & Mason (yes, all on tea), followed that with a truly fabulous high tea at Sketch, and then topped off my day / stay in London with a totally wild night out with my London-based coworkers. I definitely needed a nap after that!
So yeah… London was perfection… but Paris is heaven. Gorgeous weather and sunshine for days. And, ya know, it’s Paris.
We hopped off the train, booked it to the hotel, and immediately dashed across the street to the Louvre (yes, I know: prime location!). I dragged Danielle to see the Egyptian antiquities section and I’m pretty sure my list of “fun facts” almost made her lose her mind. Whoops. And then we wandered into the section on Ancient Greece… which definitely made it 1000% worse. Fun facts galore. Sorry I’m a bit of a nerd.
And really, I’m not that sorry.
After the Louvre, we grabbed an early dinner at a café nearby and then wandered over the Le Palais Royal. And we sat there for hours, watching people play pétanque (not “badonk” – learned that today) and generally taking in all of the French-ness. I definitely regretted not grabbing a bottle of wine, a baguette, and some cheese and spending our dinner in front of the fountain instead of in a boring little restaurant! Perhaps next time.
Also, pétanque is officially my new favorite game. Who wants to play with me when I get back to Dallas? It involves big silver balls and – if the games I witnesses this evening were the standard instead of the exception – a slew of really ridiculously attractive French men.