This was the first view we had of Paris in June 2014. It was from our hotel room in Montmartre. And needless to say, it completely took my breath away. There was something about about the rustic, old world charm of Montmartre. The Moulin Rouge, the history dripping off of the walls of old shophouses. I fell in love not with the glittering Eiffel Tower nor the staggering monuments along the Champs-Élysées, but this first view of the sprawling city.
We spent our first day there strolling along the city streets and exploring the museums. After our lunch of escargot, French onion soup and Steak Frites at a local brasserie, we were off to the Louvre!
The weather was absolutely fantastic. As of course was the architecture. The air was cool but the sun was so incredibly comforting, bathing everything in a golden light.
After some decadent French pastries and desserts, we continued exploring the exhibits in the museum including of course, the Mona Lisa.
I’m not a big fan of taking photos of paintings. I think the value of the painting lies in its authentic physicality and is best appreciated as such. Also, it was swarming with tourists the experience was also quite underwhelming. Still, it was a spectacular collection of artefacts, paintings and sculptures and I was in rapture.
We spent the whole afternoon there and some of the best parts were exploring and languishing in the gorgeous manicured gardens.
I love how people just lay down in the grass and sunbathed all across the museum compound. I really appreciate the ability of the French people to just enjoy life in the simplest of ways. Taking things slow.
We, of course, found happiness in our own little spot in a small garden just outside the Louvre with our picnic of sandwiches and juice. The sun was warm with a cool breeze and we almost even fell asleep because of how comfortable it was!
And of course how can we not take the usual goofy touristy shots?
We went back one night to see the Eiffel Tower in all its glittering glory. To be honest, I thought the Tower was more beautiful when viewed from afar than from its observation decks. Nonetheless, Sean got this pretty cool underbelly shot of the steel monument. It’s always interesting to see how something so mammoth and iconic was conceived of and painstakingly built.
At some intervals at night, it came to life. And it glowed so bright it stopped people in their tracks on street from all over the city.
Here’s a peek from the top. It was pretty chilly and incredibly crowded. I preferred admiring it quietly from the bottom and across the city.
And of course, how could we leave without indulging in some Ladurée macarons? I bought giant box back for family and friends and they kept pretty well!
It’s impossible not to fall in love with Paris. But we definitely preferred Barcelona when it came to a city that was just soaked in old romance. But that’s another story for another day. Till then!