Bonjour, amor, bonjour! My swollen feet and I are back from Paris and not in the slightest bit happy by it. My fur coats, vests, everything and I loved the fashionable city so much, that it was hard to say goodbye for more reasons than one. But let’s get right to it…
So, about a month ago, my boyfriend literally got me the best Valentine’s Day present ever. I. Got. Special. Admittance. To. The………LOUVRE! If you ever have the monetary means, opportunity, or a perfect boyfriend like mine to have The Louvre (aka the Mona Lisa) to yourself, take it and run with it.
Granted, we did have to be at the museum by 6:30 a.m. but I mean we had the museum completely to ourselves for three hours so it was very much worth it. My girl Mona and I had a very surreal moment, where I did cry and hyperventilate. It’s fine, no one except my boyfriend was there to see it so I’m not embarrassed or anything.
The best and holy thing in my life was Laduree. Y’all. Food orgasm. We literally spent an absurd amount on macarons and brunch and coffee and champagne. You get it, the list goes on forever. I went three times in two days and I’ve already planned two more trips so that I can go back and get some more of that up in my belly. Praise the Lord.
Lastly, the Eiffel Tower. I’ve never been to Paris and everyone in the world knows about the Eiffel Tower. It’s been on my Bucket List for years now, and I’ve been dying to go. There’s just something about the surreal ambiance of the architecture and structure of it that puts you in awe. It was breathtaking and everyone loved it (as well as the birds).
I thought my entire life that everything in Paris would be close to each other; you know, like an amusement park where the Arc is on one side and across from it is the Eiffel Tower, you get it. But it’s not. These suckers are miles apart! Now, I’m no tri-athlete but I consider myself to be fit. I was not ready for this. My feet have busted blood vessels and I so regret not packing flats for all of the walking that I did. But, with a (few) glasses of champagne, I had my own natural painkiller.
So, that’s Paris for you. Carrie Bradshaw said it best…
“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”
So, I’m just going. In fact, I am just going to Florence, Italy to drink wine in a vineyard and stare at a naked statue named David. Au revoir.