We’d agreed that that’s how we’d want our last trip to move. Slowly. At a glacial, leisurely pace so as to allow for all the casual strolls and baguette-brie picnics under the Parisian sun.
That’s the thing about travel expectations. Hardly met, but when they are, it’s magical.
On our first day, Madie and I were tuckered out from our early train/ overnight bus, so we only managed Musee d’Orsay, Chipotle (we ate shamelessly), and some Seine walking to boot. Then we napped and cooked dinner like the elderly Parisian couple would on a gloomy Thursday evening. Our overwhelming exhaustion forced us to skip the night-cap and after-dinner cigars. Our lungs and livers smiled.
Friday brought a whirlwind of emotions. We saw the Eiffel Tower. Laughed at the tourists in line to climb to the top. At this point in our travels, no tower, church, museum, or wonder-of-the-world could bring us to wait in the cold. For after three hours of standing and listening to the restless loop of thoughts that naturally torture every line waiter… Why are we here? Can someone sedate Grandma Dorris? Will that crying baby just shut up already? By the time we’d reach the top, the sight would have lost its luster.
Yet, sitting on the side of Canal St. Martin, the most peaceful of canals if I do say so myself, I felt my foot for the first time that day. It was not happy. It roared at touch, at any sort of movement. Despite the love in the air, the abundance of teenagers sucking face along the water, nothing could distract me from the pain. And so Madie and I made our way back to our adorable abode in Fort D’Issy,
But the things we ate. Oh the things we ate on that glorious Friday. Croissants aux Amandes. Pain au chocolat. Nutella banana Crepes. L’As du Fallafel. And for dinner, frozen pizza with a package of lettuce.
……. alright Ernest. Enough already. Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to write with such an ego?…
Woah guys, that was weird. Hey! I’m back! Paris was super cool what a gorgeous city! Madie and I had a blast! And then I hurt my foot from over-walking (bound to happen I guess) so I had to fulfill my Granny-status by limping around for the next two days! But we still had a great time and drank 4euro wine and rented bikes and went to a market and made a little Picnic and rode boats on the canal and hung out with the beautiful Marie McCoy-Thompson! It was a swell time if I do say so myself!
Hey! Also! If anyone hasn’t told you to go to Paris yet, you really should! Even if you’ve never heard of it, I swear, I’m not making a false recommendation! It’s really just a pretty place with really expensive food that tastes nice! Honestly!
Free Bagels 