Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Paris Sister Trip: Part 1

Our sister trip to Paris was one of those wonderful trips that you don't even know where to begin when trying to talk about it. As planned, we ate a LOT of baguettes, cheese (of the stinky and non-stinky varieties), and macarons. We strolled and picnicked along the Seine each day. We started each morning with hot, frothy cappuccinos and large, calorie-filled pastries. We took in the best views of what Paris has to offer while casually pouring ourselves another glass of wine next to groups of Parisians doing just the same. We didn't focus on sightseeing or museum visiting. We didn't focus on shopping.

We were not deterred when the trip started out with a mini disaster (those seem to haunt us when we travel these days...). So even though I had managed to book our tickets from Berlin to Paris for 5 hours BEFORE Natalie was even scheduled to arrive in Berlin (they really need to write "arrives next day" much much larger - and in bold. and in neon colors. - on reservation confirmations), and even though the rebooking fee was the same price as the tickets (I still heart Air France though and my boycotting of EasyJet was once again justified), the trip itself was still faaaaantastic.

Natalie and I have a thing when it comes to luggage and we can never seem to pack in any bags that just blend in with the crowd.

We stayed in Montmartre (albeit in a shabby hotel that I would not recommend, I blame the mini plane ticket disaster for this too) and got a lovely view of the Sacré Coeur each morning on our way to find breakfast.

Looking up the Eiffel Tower's skirt!

We took Jordan's advice when choosing picnic spots and had our first one away from the crowd, but still in front of the ever-photogenic Eiffel Tower.

Picnic goodies. Every single bottle of wine we had on this trip was perfection. Every one. As were those grapes. I could go on like this for days.

Near the Champs Elysées.

By far my new favorite movie poster of all time. Because if there's one thing better than cheesy horror movies, it's cheesy horror movies about sharks. In 3-D. And I'm pretty sure the French are calling that chick both the "bikini" and the "burger"...

We hadn't originally planned to sit down inside the Ladurée cafe, but seeing as we needed a bathroom break anyways, it was only fitting. The rosé was divine (it was 4pm and we were the ONLY ones with wine instead of coffee or tea. What's up with that?! We did get the waiter's smile and nod of approval, though.) and the macarons were, well...

...heavenly. Like they could be anything less than that? I know we had two salty caramel ones (because I won't share mine) and the rest I don't really pay attention to. I live for caramel à la fleur de sel macarons.

More pictures to come, including the Eiffel tower and night and macaron-tastings from other shops!


  1. You are so lucky to have been there. What a wonderful trip!

  2. Thanks Victoria! It really is such an amazing city!