Boots: Ross (Find similar ones by clicking HERE and searching for “Y-NOT Drew”)
Socks & Tights: Target – Belt: Thrifted – Coat: Forever21
I know I just recently posted this shirt, but those outfits are really weeks apart. Plus, THESE photos were taken in Paris rather than at the sketchy park down the street, so let’s just say they’re VERY different.
Geeze, how to describe Paris in one small post… I think my husband put it best when he explained that we would have loved to have a couple more days in most of the cities that we went to, but with Paris we felt like we needed a couple more weeks. The city is just so huge, there is so much to see a do, and we had one night, and one day… Our plan was to attack it with FULL force!
On the first night, we went to the Eiffel Tower (which you already saw). The next day we hit Paris at about 8AM. We went straight to the Eiffel Tower to get a glimpse of it in the daylight, then it was off to a tour of a historical perfumery (so many smells!).
After that we walked a ways and found le Louvre. Oh. My. Goodness! That place is huge, you could spend a week in there alone. Correction, normal people could spend a week in there, we would probably need two, because we got SERIOUSLY lost while we were there. We saw the Mona Lisa, got on an elevator that only spoke French, and kept SKIPPING the floor we wanted to go to. Silly French elevator…
Then it was time for lunch in a little cafe where, amongst other things of course, my husband and I enjoyed our very first macaroons and some yummy THICK French hot chocolate.
Time to walk along La Seine, see the breathtakingly gorgeous Notre Dame Cathedral, and start making our way towards the Arc de Triomphe. It just so happens that the most famous Parisian shopping district, the Champs-Elysées, was on the way to the Arc… so I may have walked in to quite a few stores… including my first ever ZARA (I wish we could just get one in Arizona already!).
We got to the Arc de Triomphe just as the sun was setting… So, with sore feet and grumbling bellies, we started to search for the perfect restaurant for our last Parisian meal. After our stomachs were much more than full, we started the adventure of heading back to our hotel. Let’s just say we went to the incorrect subway station and got on the wrong train at least once before we made it back (again… speaking French is not a strong point of ours, despite the fact that I took French for two years… whoops). Finally, we were back in our warm hotel bed by 11pm, At which point my husband tells me I literally fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I know that was a long post, but that was pretty much 15 hours of doing PARIS summed up in a few lines, there was sooo much more to tell. Seriously guys, you need WEEKS…
-The Paris Touring Kelley