Doing some hard drive tidying up and I realized that I have a folder of LaV+Kel Paris pictures circa October 2019 that deserve a place in the Little Black Journal archives! This post will be light on narrative, but I always find words fall short in capturing this city’s magic, anyway…
Our apartment was my favorite yet and had the sweetest hobbit windows with a view of the Seine.
First things first…crepes!
And wine.
There’s always something magic to be found when wandering Paris at night, like this light show in an old Marais cathedral.
And a surprise parade!
Day 2 opened with cafe cremes and a stroll through the Galeries Lafayette.
Rooftop views…
And a quick pop into Notre-Dame-de-Lorette, just a few blocks away.
Lunch on the steps of the Opera Garnier.
And another quick church tour, because you can’t walk past the Eglise Madeleine and not go in.
Aimless wanderings took us to the Petit Palais.
And then a late-afternoon climb to the top of the Tour Saint-Jacques.
So many stairs, but so worth the view!
Riverfront bubbly while we rested our weary feet.
And then more strolling, with stops for an udon noodle dinner, petits choux for dessert, and a final round of vino.
Requisite nighttime stop at the Musee du Louvre!
Day 3 kicked off at Saint-Chapelle, which I haven’t been to for years and years. As glowing as ever!
Coffee on Rue Cler.
And a picnic at the Tour Eiffel.
Seine wandering and a rest at the Tuileries.
And then we were back at the sweet the little courtyard in front of our apartment, where we sipped espresso and watched old men play bocce.
An afternoon at the immersive Van Gogh exhibit.
Drinks, dinner, sleep!
Day 4 was rainy – streets were wet, cafes were quiet.
I walked through the misty gardens at the Musee Rodin and then took refuge indoors.
LaV and I had lunch at a Marais cafe before hitting our favorite neighborhood shops.
And then had pre-dinner appetizers (patisserie-style) at the apartment.
Rain cleared in the evening and we had the prettiest twilight walk through the 6th.
Drinks on Rue Saint-Andres des Arts.
And french onion soup / steak frites at our “usual table” at Boucherie Rouliere!
We always consider for a split second taking the Metro back to the apartment, but then muster the energy to walk. We never regret it.
I was up early on our final morning for a sunrise walk through the city, so that I had ample time to say adieu…
LaV and I met up at Saint-Sulpice to perch on those iconic wooden chairs for a few minutes and soak in the sacredness of the dimly lit church. I murmured a little prayer of gratitude – this city fills me with wonder each and every time like no other place I’ve ever known.
And that was a wrap…Â Paris, I don’t know when we’ll meet again, but I’m waiting with bated breath.
