One Perfect Day in Paris

Fly into Paris, into CDG early in the morning and take the RER into the city. You are only in Paris one day, so make the most of it by splurging on a hotel that really makes you feel like you are in Paris. My boyfriend surprised me with a hotel view that screamed “you are in Paris” and it’s exactly what I wanted for my one Parisian sleep (check out Hôtel La Comtesse). I have written many posts about Paris, so please refer there for inspo on what to do. As for me? After dropping my bags at the hotel, I started the day walking around the cobblestoned streets of Montmartre. I had the streets virtually to myself except for the shopkeepers cleaning their windows, and lifting the grates to open for business. I made my way to a favorite café, Au Rêve to get a croissant, café and jus du orange. Made my way back into the center of town and guess what – I was already hungry again. Paris has that effect on you.

Up next it was time to visit a market and pick up goodies for lunch. Be sure to check out the markets in your neighborhood, as they are only open on certain days of the week. I filled my bag with mini strawberries, fresh goat and sheep’s cheeses, a baguette, olive mix and of course, some rosé. Then it’s time for the next tough decision, where to picnic? My top spot is Parc Montsouris, but for this trip I chose the Luxembourg Gardens. Bert and I laid out our picnic and drank our bottle of wine and had the loveliest day pretending to be Parisians over an extended lunch. Yes, it’s time to eat again.

FranceItaly2017-0471.jpgFranceItaly2017-0467.jpgFranceItaly2017-0439.jpgFranceItaly2017-0449.jpgBack to the hotel to quickly freshen up, drink a half bottle of rosé taking in the amazing hotel views and off to dinner. I had the hardest time choosing where we would eat, but ultimately decided to dine outdoors at the Clown Bar – a bar where clowns used to eat after the circus (and the decorations prove it!) We had the most wonderful meal including beet salad, a rare cured meat, and duck foie gras. Heaven. While we were dining outside, Ilana Glazer from Broad City asked to be seated and was turned away – hey girl, see you in Brooklyn! Then you’re off to Île de la Cité for a cone from the world’s best ice cream shop, Bertillon and a walk to burn it all off along the Seine past the Notre Dame, Musee d’Orsay and all the famed bridges. Get home with just enough time to see the Eiffel Tower sparkle and fall in love all over again with Paris.


“Get lost and enter”

Over a glass of red wine and rabbit pâté, a distant Parisian cousin told me his best bit of advice, “The best thing to do in Paris is walk around, get lost, and enter.” Wednesdays are my free days, so I took this advice and ran with it. 

My walking shoes

To a certain extent, I have been getting “lost” for the past week. I made a pact to myself, partly because spring break is coming up (which involves lying on the beach in Spain + Portugal), partly because I am trying to be frugal and waiting to buy a month long metro pass on the 1st, but mostly, because I wanted to see Paris by foot. 

Street Art

Getting lost today consisted of walking across two arrondissements and finding myself in front of Musée de Cluny, a medieval museum. I get free admission, because my VISA grants me a temporary membership of the European Union. Life size chess board outside the museum 

The one and only Adam

After my time in museum, I wandered over to Luxembourg Gardens. Before entering the cast iron gates, I plugged my headphones in and listened to this song. I suddenly became completely overwhelmed and emotional. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful day, but life just felt so beautiful in that moment. The pigeons were humming, the small children were playing tag, and through the fog couples, young and old were holding hands. I don’t know what it was but, It was touching and brought a few tears to my eyes. 

I then began my walk home, passing the landmark that daily reminds me I’m a few blocks away. 

Lion that seperates this crazy intersection

Just as I was brainstorming plans for when I got home, I came across the Catacombs. The catacombs are a series of tunnels rooted deep beneath Paris. Hundreds of years ago, when urban planners needed to make more space in Paris- they decided to un-burry everyone in the cemeteries and put them underground. So, I walked alone, hundreds of feet below Paris in this limestone grave yard. 

They happened to be under the street I live on…