Oh, Paris. It's such a cliche but I just really, really love that town.
To celebrate the Liberation of Paris (D is a big WWII fan) and the August Bank Holiday weekend (aka 3-day weekend) we made the trip to Paris for what turned out to be a perfect weekend.
We arrived Friday, late morning, thanks to the best mode of transportation ever: the Eurostar. We did an AirBnB in Le Marais – my favorite neighborhood in the city, which I stayed in last year on a trip to Paris I took with some girlfriends. I think of it as the French West Village, and it's the only neighborhood that's really open in Paris on Sundays.
Since we only had a weekend, we took advantage of every single hour that we had. (Note: Please forgive in advance any lack of accent grave, aigu, the rest – I'm on an American laptop using an English keyboard, so times are tough):
Friday, we did the did the Louvre, Tuileries, Arc de Triomphe, Champs-Elysees, Il de la Cite, Notre-Dame.
Saturday, we did Montmatre, Eiffel Tower, the steps from 'Midnight In Paris' which I visited for the second year in a row (2014 photo here, 2013 photo here), Saint-Germain, Shakespeare and Company, and dinner in the neighborhood.
Sunday, we got up for the Catacombs and ended up skipping it after we saw the crazy line. Instead, we walked to the Luxembourg gardens, had chocolate eclairs and coffee at Cafe de Flore, went to the Pont des Arts (aka the love lock bridge, which really is collapsing), walked along the Seine, watched some incredibly touching Liberation Day celebrations, waited for the Eiffel Tower to light up, and ate falafel walking home for dinner.
We did so much walking that my toenail polish literally fell off every day when we got back to our flat (pictured above). Other things that happened when we got home: I did downward dog and an on-site version of runner's lunge for a solid ten minutes, because I was so sore from just walking.
Enough grizzly details. On with the photos: