Bonjour mes chers! Last weekend we flew to Paris and well, you see, I fell in love. It was bleak, grey, raw... and fabulous. I knew I'd get to Paris sooner or later, and now considering I have one trip (and three weeks left) I'm certainly glad I waited. Although it was only 2.5 days in the city of lights, I'm pretty impressed at the amount of things we saw/ did. We strolled down the Christmas Markets on Avenue des Champs-Elysées, marveled at everything in the Louvre, thigh-burned to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, and let fresh macaroons melt in our mouths. That would have been enough for me.
Then we went to Versailles. I'm pretty sure my mouth remained ajar for the majority of our time at the 1,976 acre estate. Gold was dripping from the walls of the palace like a vision you'd only ever dreamt about. Saying it was over the top can't even seem to cut it. It was beyond. My kinda place.
Here are some glimpses into my first of many weekends in Paris:
(Like I needed an excuse to go Pierre Herme after this episode?)
"Paris is always a good idea." - Audrey Hepburn