Paris is always a good idea.
A few months ago Tyler and I were sitting on our living room couch, discussing our goings of the day, when I suddenly exclaimed: “We haven’t decided where we’re going on our vacation this Fall!”
Only a few minutes later I was perusing the web and multiple travel apps for flight deals – we were curious where flying was affordable as we didn’t have a huge preference as to where to go.
And then I saw it – flights to Paris from Seattle, roundtrip, for under $400 per person. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I turned my phone to Tyler and said, “Do you want to go to Paris?” He said, “We’ll eventually go together, why not now?”
And that was it! Our trip was booked.
Now, having returned from a week in the proverbial city of love, I am still enamored with it. People told me it’s dirty, gross, full of rude people and generally overrated. People also told me it’s an artist’s dream, a fantasy, a miracle that heightens and sharpens each one of your senses.
Knowing myself, where I come from and where I’ve lived, I knew I would love Paris. And I did.
From my first breath of French air to my very last croissant, I was in love. With the streets and their artists, to the crowds packing each cafe towards twilight. I loved the sound of boats passing on the Seine, the ringing of Notre Dame bells and an occasional street musician performing La Vie En Rose. I reveled in the artistry of Montmarte, took photos of the street art around Centre Pompidou and ate the most delectable vegetarian dishes at local restaurants. Everywhere I went I was met with friendly people, smiles and courtesy. I was in love with Paris at first sight, smell and touch.
Our two day trips, one to Versailles and one to Giverny, were like days described in a book or a film. Clear, sunny sky with cute houses with colorful shutters, vibrant cafe tables and chairs and vines caressing the sides of every building. Lanes stretching out into nowhere lined by trees that were putting on the most beautiful fall color display. From palaces like Versailles to inspiring small town houses like Monet’s, I got to experience a bit of French countryside and I loved every minute of it.
But above all, it was spending time with my most favorite person in the world, in a vibrant European city full of history and culture, that I loved the most.
Paris, je t’aime.