On our second day in Paris we decided to venture into The Touristy Part™. We had exactly 3 goals: 1. Eat ice cream, 2. Walk by the Louvre, 2. and 3. Drink wine in front of the Eiffel Tour.
The sheer amount of fabulous Michelin Star restaurants in Paris is borderline hilarious. Coming from a city that the Michelin Guide has blatantly neglected, I was so overwhelmed during our trip planning that I wound up giving up. Not only where there too many options, but the cost was far too high. $150-$200 for a great date night? No problem. $600 per person? Nope.
That all said, the food we had in Paris was some of the best of our trip. We had absolutely no problem finding incredible things to eat for reasonable–if not incredible–prices.
The following post about our summer trip to France was written before the recent terrorist attacks in Paris. Our thoughts are with the city and its people during this incredibly difficult time. Here’s how you can help the victims of the attacks.
The fact that I wanted us to stay in Montmartre surprised no one. Amélie was the first film I ever saw that resonated with me, leaving me with a lingering afterglow that kept me giddy for about a week. I was barely a teenager and had just started to delve into foreign and independent films. Up until this point my experience with movies had been whatever was showing at the Cocoaplex in Hershey or the $2 theater at the mall where I spent far too much of my time. After seeing Amélie, it was instantly secured as my favorite film (and it remains as such). I soon began a habit of asking for rides to downtown Harrisburg so I could see whatever was showing at the Midtown, Harrisburg’s independent theater.
That all said, I never felt any really pull to visit Paris. It was on my list of cities to visit merely because I want to visit all the cities, but I always assumed Paris wouldn’t be my kind of city. I figured it would be too touristy, too pseudo-romantic, too expensive.
It turns out that out of the three cities we visited on our trip, Paris is the once I miss the most.
Truth be told, after our harrowing first 48 hours, few flats would have disappointed us. However, the beautiful space we found ourselves in in Montemartre was truly stunning even on the easiest of days.
After climbing the borderline treacherous stairs to the fifth floor walk up, we opened the door to find an apartment so cozy, so beautiful, so perfectly Parisian, that I was finally able to come back into my body and be present. We made it to Paris! Despite a missed flight, a striking taxi system and closed metro–we actually made it! Kevin, being the hero that he is, set out to buy us some wine while I opened the ridiculously gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows, showered, and settled in with some positively luxurious WIFI to check in with friends and family. After he returned, we popped open a bottle and put on Amelie because sometimes there is comfort in being totally predictable.