Posts tagged Paris
Posts tagged Paris
Words cannot do my last night in Paris justice. We went to the Eiffel Tower to watch it light up and got caught in the rain, so we took shelter under a tree with a bottle of wine and met some strangers doing the same thing. Within ten minutes of rain though, we had the park, and the tower, all to ourselves. Paris in the rain is magical.
Quiet moments in Paris.
Flea market-ing in Paris. I bought a cashmere scarf priced at fifteen Euro for eight. You would’ve been proud of my bargaining, Lily Price.
Although to me it seems more like the Champs d’Capitalism (so many stores, too many American stores) the walk was still a nice one.
Parisians are some of the nicest people I’ve met. No, really. I have no idea where the bad reputation comes from because everyone has been more than helpful and kind to us in Paris. Between helping us navigate streets and the metro or just starting a casual conversation, I’ve felt so welcome in this city.
Different angles at the Louvre
We decided entry cost too much and the line was too long at the Louvre, but we still shot the obligatory pictures.
Midnight on the Seine.
Food. Food is better in France. As someone who thinks she eats a lot of good food in the States, I was skeptical, but every simple thing here is done to such a high quality- from cheese to pastry to bread…and yes, that’s about all you eat in France, so that covers it all.
Birds of a feather.
Hey, they spell it wrong in France! C’est Maursupial.
Sacre Couer and its views from way atop Montmarte.
Reminded me of the Graffiti in Berlin. I miss seeing the city caked in it.
Silencio is a Parisian club created by director David Lynch, which doesn’t mean a whole lot to me but is probably very impressive to everyone I know who’s cooler than me (that’s a lot of people). I was told there’s no other club like it in France and it’s the most exclusive place in Paris. Silencio is open to members (a membership costs anywhere from 750 to 2,000 Euros) and friends of members only. No need to wait on line because there just won’t be one. Comment dit on “Say whaaaa?”
So how did I end up there? Saturday night a friend’s friend’s band was playing there and the guys were nice enough to put me on the list (never been able to say that before) and I have to say…the hype is pretty dead on. I wish I had thought to take pictures, but I was too busy soaking everything in. The lights were dim, the people were beautiful and there was almost a tangible atmosphere of free-spirited play. Despite my visible amazement at every corner I turned (the building is incredible) and the very pedestrian dress I wore, everyone I spoke to was friendly. Bonus points to each person who laughed at my one French joke.
I’m holding onto a piece of inadvertent advice given to me by the man working the coat check. When I first arrived to Silencio, I was pretty flustered from getting incredibly lost late in Paris and it must have read on my face. Before the man took my jacket he insisted I smile and then said “You’re much more beautiful when you smile. Smile because you are young and you are here.”
I am young and I am here and I am determined to savor each morsel of all of that.
Alex knew the family we stayed with in Paris from an exchange one of her sisters did with one of their sisters and the entire lot of them were some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. They were so kind and generous to us and I hope we adequately expressed our appreciation. Our last full day there was a brunch celebration for Mother’s Day (different day in France), the departure of one of the brothers on a trip and the birthday of another brother. Pain du chocolat is good, but it’s much better when homemade by a Parisian family.