An early Galentine’s Day Weekend was the perfect way to kick off February. Into the land of lovelocks and crepes we went (or danced)! I will never forget having my hand squeezed by Rachel in the taxi ride over after an hour long nap as we passed the luscious, shuttered apartments. Seriously though, I felt like Jo Stockton from Funny Face seeing the city for the first time – after the transformation of course. Old Jo was a bit lackluster. Unfortunately, my Fred Astaire was back in the states.
This blog features roughly 52 hours in the city with highlights that included The Louvre, Musée d’Orsay, banks of the Seine, Ladurée, Assouline (fashion, art, travel, and lifestyle books that are to die for) and of course: Notre-Dame de Paris and the Eiffel Tower. I do highly recommend Assouline for those who travel through Paris or London. I was overjoyed to have been able to peruse through one of the last copies of Nick Waplington’s Blind for Love after barely missing him at a booksigning in November.
The five of us were finally fully acquainted with the beauty of the city after seeing the sun during infrequent breaks from overcast weather and rain. I tried duck for the first time, went chocolate truffle shopping at midnight, almost threw the key of the AirBnB in the Seine, and attempted to perform the first thirty seconds of the opening number of A Chorus Line in the streets. I was exultant. Merci beaucoup, Paris. Thank you kindly.