Paris, je t'aime

While I did feel like an incredibly blatant third wheel, I still had a great time in Paris with my parents. I do believe, however, that one should never be allowed to be single in Paris. My parents were returning almost exactly 22 years after their honeymoon trip--talk about romantic--with one of the products of their marriage unromantically in tow. Being in the third wheel in the city of love was not ideal.

In the grand scheme of things, however, our Paris trip was amazing.


It did rain at least 60% of the time, but if you ask me, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Personally, I will take any excuse to spend another hour sitting in a Parisian patisserie, drinking café au lait and eating pain au chocolate. Plus, the rain gave us a chance to spend large chunks of time in the Musée d'Orsay (which I LOVED), the Louvre (which I didn't love quite as much. Sorry, but why is la Joconde such a big deal again?), and l'Opera Paris (in which I could hardly bring myself to take my classic arabesque picture because I felt so humbled by the idea of all the legendary ballet dancers who have danced there).


And when it wasn't raining, we managed to visit all those cliché tourist-y places--la Tour Eiffel, l'Arc de Triomphe, la Place de la Concorde, Notre Dame, and so on.


Now, however, there is the slight problem that I am utterly in love with that city. Fortunately, I live close enough that it's not too hard to get there. I've already got another trip planned for June :]

À bientôt!