Saying you love Paris has become a cliché, but it really is a magical city so it's a cliché I'm completely fine perpetuating. I'd been to Paris a few times in college but never as an adult and never with Ian. Instead of trying to see every tourist attraction during our short visit (3 days, 2 nights), we picked a few favorites (Versailles, Musée d'Orsay) and spent the rest of our time wandering the streets, stopping to split a crepe or have a cappuccino or some wine, (or cappuccino, then wine). We stayed at Mama Shelter in the 20th arrondissement (read about it here) and would take the Metro in each morning and a taxi back each night (ending up at the packed hotel bar for just one more).
Ian was a good sport and took this photo outside of the Louvre Museum. I'm about 2 inches off but we tried! We decided to bypass the lines to see the Mona Lisa and took a stroll in the nearby Tuileries instead.
Our first Paris cappuccino. Sipped while sharing a ham and gruyere crepe at a cafe in Saint Germain, a favorite neighborhood. How happy do I look?
We had to pop into Paris's cult store Colette, where my favorite photographer Gray Malin had his work displayed just a few days later. We stopped into the Jo Malone across the street and Ian got me my birthday present a few days early.
I could walk along the Seine for hours. And we did just that. Of course we had to stop to put our lock on the Pont des Arts Bridge.
We heard this tower was famous or something and thought we should pose for a photo in front of it.
Some of the best window shopping can be done in the rue Saint-Honoré in the first arrondissement.
For our first dinner in Paris we went to Bones, a modern French restaurant started by the same Aussie chef behind Au Passage. Before dinner we had drinks at The Little Red Door, an American-like prohibition bar (where we were the only Americans, as far as we could tell) that I would really recommend. Night two, we went to Allard, a classic bistro that's been around since 1932 where I had a really memorable night with my parents years ago. I wish I'd gotten more photos of the food but when you're eating your second croissant of the day (no judgement) or trying each other's fancy cocktails sometimes you forget to take a photo. And I'm completely fine with that.
Until next time, Paris.
Photos by Kirby Brooks Todd for Short & Sweet Blog.