I’m back! And I brought pictures! Today I’ll be sharing all about my wonderful trip to Paris! Which was, to say the least, magnifique!
But wait- have you seen part one?
Yes? Great.
No? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! Ok, that was harsh. Would you like to see part one? It has loads of goodies and I would be delighted. You would? Great! Click here to go there!
Our trip started off bright and early on a Friday at 5am and we were ready to go! The cool (or not so cool) thing about London is that the sun rises at 4:45am. So it tricks you into thinking that you’ve been sleeping in for a super long time, when in reality you’ve only slept until 8! It came in super handy, especially on this day. We boarded our coach to the train station and off we were! The traffic was horrendous getting to the station so we ALMOST missed our train, but alas we didn’t.
When we first arrived we went on a quick walking tour of Bastille and Notre Dame. Then we continued on a boat tour of literally all that Paris has to offer. And it was on that boat tour that I finally was able to see my one true love, The Eiffel Tower once more. After trying to sneak Carlee into the Lourve (because she forgot her ID, she eventually did find one so she could legally get in, don’t worry) we perused around the city in hopes of finding food. Let me just say that the understatement of the year was that it took a while to find some food. And us being picky didn’t help either…. But regardless, once we found food, IT WAS THE BEST FOOD I’VE EVER TASTED. Oh goodness gracious. Just look at it down there….that’s a salad! I know, it was amazing.
After our dinner we made our way to the Eiffel Tower so that we could see it lit up at night. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. It twinkles every hour (or half hour, I can’t remember) for about 10 minutes and its the most spectacular thing. Worth every penny. Day One was wonderful.
Day Two was known as Romper Day. hahaha okay I’m going to let you in on a little secret because only about 50% of you will even read this anyways, Carlee and I definitely planned out our outfits this trip. We were literally taking thousands of pictures a day and you thought we would be caught in sweatpants and big t-shirts? YOU THOUGHT WRONG. Also, if you don’t dress up in Paris, you feel out of place. Thus= planning outfits.
That was a long tangent. Apologies all around. Our tour group was going to some place that Carlee, Brandon, and I did not want to go, so us being the rebellions we are, ditched the group and danced through the streets of Paris by ourselves. We popped champagne under the Eiffel Tower, ate nutella crepes while walking past stores like Chanel, Givenchy, and Hermés, and ended the day with a pub crawl with people from all over the world. I have never felt more like Blair & Serena from Gossip Girl than I did that day.
Day Three was magical. Versailles was on the agenda today and I did not know what to expect. But it didn’t matter, because my expectations would have been blown away anyways. Upon arrival, it was packed. to another level packed. So instead of waiting in line for 2+ hours to get inside, Brandon, Carlee, and I decided to explore the gardens, we heard they were better than inside anyways. I’ve never seen something so breathtakingly beautiful in my life. I felt like I had travelled back in time and became a princess overnight. Classical music was wafting through the air and something new was around each corner. The garden almost seemed bewitched because there would literally be thousands of people on the grounds, but you could take one small turn into the maze of foliage and it would seem like you were the only person on the grounds.
To put the cherry on top of our day, we rented a row boat in the middle of the Versailles garden. It felt like the Notebook or some other extremely cheesy movie, but I was loving every second of it. Also, props to Brandon, because when Carlee and I tried to row the boat, it didn’t go anywhere. Some serious muscles were needed, and we just couldn’t muster up the energy.
The final day in Paris was as bittersweet as they come. We were finally able to navigate our way through the city and communicate enough to get by with the locals. Instead of joining the rest of the group on the walking tour they had planned, we again ditched and did a little retail therapy instead. After getting our fill of souvenirs and macarons, we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the train ride home, but the fun didn’t stop there. My 21st birthday was at midnight and the festivities were only beginning! We’ll save that story for another day though!
I can honestly say that Paris was hands down the most picturesque trip I have ever taken. It was stunningly beautiful and everything I could have ever hoped and dreamed for in a trip. The food was exquisite, the sites exceeded my expectations, and the weather was divine. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to bring in my 21st year.
Au revoir Paris- vous me reverrez,
