Paris is just as spectacular as you would imagine. Maybe even more so. Sometimes you get so hyped up about a place, which is then followed by disappointment or confusion at it not being what you thought. To me, Paris was every bit that I envisioned. Apart from the amount of street performers playing accordians. I wanted more of that. I only saw two playing on the Metro and one playing on Pont des Arts bridge. I suppose I hoped a sweet old Parisian man would follow me around Paris the entire weekend playing Edith Piaf tunes on his accordion as my own personal soundtrack.
As with the Eiffel Tower, I am still blown away that I stood in front of each of these famous landmarks. Being in Paris for a weekend meant there really wasn’t ample time to go inside and thoroughly explore each of them. So we admired from a short enough distance, waited for the rain to pass, and got the photographic reminders of being there in that very moment.
Musée de Louvre
Pont des Arts
Arc de Triomphe
I refuse to select a favorite sight, but I will say I was most surprised at how photogenic the Louvre was. Nearly impossible to get a bad photo of it from any angle, and there are lots of angles because that place was huge.
After painfully longing to visit Paris for much of my life, I am left contemplating which location now takes over as the object of my desire. A return to Paris is obviously a must, but it won’t be the same deep longing for someplace I’ve never been. I need a new place to obsess over. Eating my way through Italy comes to mind since we never made it there this time around. New Zealand? Scandinavia? Although I may never deeply long for a solo city like I did Paris, something tells me it won’t take much time at all to feel those reoccurring pangs of voracity to plan another sizable adventure.
How grateful I am to Mr. & Mrs. D for showing me Paris. It was most definitely a weekend to remember.