Days 6, 7, and 8:
During the week, in our exploration of our hood, we came across a beautiful little church, and decided we’d go for mass on Sunday. So, bright and early, we woke up, got ready, and headed out to church. When we arrived, we found out that that day, 3 babies were being baptized.
|Happy mom with her beautiful baby|
|It looked like the Lion King|
|The entrance to the church|
|Angel holding the holy water|
|Stained glass was exquisite|
After church, we went for a Sunday afternoon picnic in the gardens beneath the Eiffel Tower. Talk about perfection.
|Ready to eat|
|Our lunch-time view|
|The lunch responsible for said coma: ham, baguette, Camembert cheese, sparkling wine, nutella, carrots, and apples.|
|This little rabbit was hopping around scaring people off of their blankets. So cute.|
In the evening, we headed to the neighborhood over, Anvers, to see the Sacre Coeur. Truthfully, neither Miguel nor I were really sure exactly what the Sacre Coeur was. All we knew was that, almost every day, we saw this gorgeous structure in the distance.
For dinner, we made a rather impulsive and irresponsible decision… We went to McDonald’s.
|Big Mac, Coke, fries, frappe, and lots of ketchup|
|Chowin' down on that gluten|
On Monday, our last full day in France, we spent our time shopping (not like we hadn’t already shopped enough).
Then, for lunch, we headed back to the Montparnasse area of some very well-priced Indian fare. This was my favorite meal of the trip. I got tandoori chicken, salad, basmati rice, veggie curry, naan, and ice cream, all for 10 euros (virtually unheard of). And it was good. Real good.
|I wanted to wrap myself up in this blanket of fluffy, yet flat goodness.|
|Miguel's cucumber yogurt thing|
For our last night in Paris, we went back to our favorite dinner spot—along the Seine—and ate simple food and waved at passing tour boats as the sun went down (at 10:30 PM).
|Typical: cheese, red wine, olives, nutella, carrots, bananas, salami, and the biggest hunk of Pave bread you've ever seen|
|My personal bottle opener|
|Notre Dame in the distance|
|Table for two|
After our dinner, we sat on the banks just enjoying each others’ company. What a beautiful night.
Here’s the next day and a half in a nutshell: our flight from Paris to Frankfurt was majorly delayed, we missed our connecting flight, Lufthansa put us up in the Sheraton for the night, we got to sleep in, we wondered around the airport, and then FINALLY made it back home a day later than we’d planned.
Our time in France was so amazing thanks to the fact that I am married to the most wonderful man on the planet. Without a doubt, I want to go back as soon as possible. I love the lifestyle, I love the “c’est la vie” mentality, I love the culture, I love the food, I love the architecture, and I love the landscape. The bottom line is: j’adore Paris.
But now, it’s back to the real world…