When your childhood is filled with toddling round cavernous concrete architectural museums, you get a bit wistful. Its a strange thing to be jealous of a giant bobble head mouse, but I am.
Our holidays for the past few years have all been in driving distance, I could never complain about the English coast, freckles, Cornish ice-cream and crabbing, but I have been hungering for something foreign.
And Paris (french pronunciation if you please) is just the place to quench those exotic needs.
A day by day account is the only way to justify a beautiful city, it just can't be condensed!
The City of Romance is a beautiful place, but the journey there is butt ugly. Being the idiot I am, I decided to bring my body weight in clothes. Case + Clogs + London Underground = Face plant galore. I'm sure it would have been entertaining to watch, but two very kind men offered to carry my case, on two separate occasions. The kind gentlemen still exists! Tehe
I've been to Paris once before, but never by Eurostar. I really dislike the Eurostar. It made me spill my tea.
So to pass the 2 hour journey, Tilly, Inigo and I partook in a pose off, resulting in 200 photo of us trying to look like Unicorns, Tyra Banks and 198 other persons.
Our apartment was gorgeous. Beautifully bohemian, my dad's nightmare, but with piles of Vogue, Harper's Bazar and Tatler lines the walls, it was paradise.
Montmartre being just a few steps from our apartment, we whisked our selves away to the Pompidou centre et Les Halles. The queues were horrific, and it acted more like a shelter from the torrential rain than anything. After browsing the gift shop and finding the Diana camera I had been hankering after, I was locked in the weighty debate as to wetaher or not to blow all of my saved euros. I desisted, leaving the shop empty handed but still with a full purse. Y'all should be trés proud of me. Te he
We dived straight into french cuisine and after the rain had stopped we ventured into a small cafe for a crepe. Yom yom, hehe is how is should be described. Tres delish. And lovingly accompanied by the cafe's black cat.
We delved deeper into Paris, this time visiting La Fayette, a large shopping center, mainly to lovingly stare at all the clothes, but also to marvel at the breathtaking roof. It was day three and I still hadn't spotted a stylish Parisian, sadly La Fayette didn't yield. We moved on from the store walking past the National Academy. This would be the point where I realized that Paris was full of naked statues. No not just full, bursting.
We carried on and the rain thankfully let up allowing us to pass through towards the Louvre. It really is a moment where you have to put everything down and just walk and absorb. Passing through the arch and the Louvre's triangular structure erupt from the ground and drive up into the sky is quite fantastic. After frolicking in the courtyard and being appropriately tourist we traveled on, passing through the gardens with the views of the Tour Eiffel in the distance.
I burnt my tongue on a snail. I think I can safely say that I am probably the only person to ever say that. I can also tick off number 33 on my bucket list, as I have chomped down on a mollusc. And they are delicious. Oh my goodness I love them so much! Haha. Today we went exploring south of the river, popping our heads into little boutiques and dining on French cuisine, hence the snails.
Sadly I had no luck with finding a purchase, but I did find a wonderful Desigual shop where I chatted with the man behind the counter about street fashion and good areas of Paris. We then crossed the Seine onto one of its islands, in search of Notre Dame. Following the crowds (always a good thing to do) we so found her, reaching up into the sky impressively and boating a large queue to boot. Mum, being from queue loving England jumped into the queue and we soon gained entry. I'm not amazingly religious but I found the spiritual presence of the place breathtaking, the stained glass and cavernous roof was just outstanding. My brother, not being at all religious (not eating snails is supposedly his) was quick to spot all naked and or headless statues. Thankyou Inigo.
So those were the first four days of my trip. I'm sensing a photo overload, to give y'all eyes a break I'll upload part 2 of this post of epic length before you can say 'Cornish pasties'. Well maybe a little longer. Hehe
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Have a favourite day? Any other snail related problems? Or an explanation as to where all the fashionable people went? Do tell me!