As I mentioned before, we had Paris in the works ever since about early 2014 when my MIL really wanted to make the trip with her sons happen for her 60th. After extensive discussion, budgeting, calendar acrobatics and PTO mapping amongst 5 adults - it is incredible that the trip actually came to fruition. Hurrah! But the cherry on the big ol' top of that is the fact that my Dad & Stepmom were going to be in Paris at the same time. So for a two-day overlap, not only would I be across the pond with Jay's family but with part of mine as well. How insanely fun and exciting!
To kick off the serendipitous event, we all planned to converge at Georges restaurant at the top of the Centre Pompidou for dinner. As one could imagine in the City of Lights, a restaurant at the top of a modern art museum does in fact come with some pretty captivating views which we throughly enjoyed over dinner fare and bubbly.
^Such as long-stemmed roses overlooking the sparkly Eiffel Tower #IsThisRealLife
^So happy to see my Dad!
^Jetlagged & sublimely happy
^My Dad, Stepmom, MIL, StepFIL, BIL, Jay & Me at the end of our big meal. So special to me!
After a vibrant meal we had full bellies, empty cups and a strong desire to keep the party going so we all scampered down the street to our flat for a nightcap. No I do not call homes in the US "flats" but our airbnb was exclusively called that so when in
Rome Paris, do as the Parisians do.
^At our Airbnb in the Marais district enjoying some cheese, wine and bread.
And when the "grown-ups" decided they really did need to call it a night, us "kids" [the 31-year-old typed, completely clueless about her age] ventured out into the streets for a more traditional european lullaby.
^Every casual wine order over there is set-up like it's a formal wedding. So fancy.
^Loving all the Parisians on their casual Tuesday. We were on vacation but this is how they TUESDAY. Impressive.
I had the whole next day carved out to spend time with my Dad/Stepmom and I was extremely pumped about that.
It started out being quite artsy back at the Pompidou. Check out that museum below. I've heard it's a huge discussion over there if the architecture is a work of art or a huge eyesore. Thoughts?
^Centre Pompidou Museum
^Ferris Buellering our way through the museum.
^French birds are sooo fahhhncy
^Art & views. What is better?
Ugly peripheral or not (I happen to like it!), our museum visit was now checked off our list and it was time to visit a cafe to drink some wine, eat some heavy food and then head out again to spend time together in this gahhgeous city.
We got the photo above at Notre Dame by approaching an older French man sitting on a lone stump. He didn't speak English and we tried to motion that we were asking if he would quickly snap our pic. He, however, thought we were asking if I could procure his seat. Upon determining this, this little old man stands up and says "Yes, yes, please. Please." and begins to guide me onto the stump with his hands as he stands-up. I just think that was the most gentlemanly, sweet response. Of course that wasn't what I wanted and he soon figured out we were asking for a picture but I keep thinking of that - like these annoying tourists come up to you and ask you for your seat randomly and you just get up and happily give it to me, no questions asked? What a gallant dude.
^My Dad & Me at Notre Dame.
^Left: Pretty views we passed | Right: The hotel my sister was staying in when she got engaged here. Aw.
Outside Notre Dame was the Pont de l'Archevêché aka the 'Love Lock' bridge and you know we had to visit that to stake our claim:
^Our lock on the left & right. In the middle is where it was secured.
And after all our locking and sending wishes into the river and with the afternoon quickly becoming the early evening, we strolled around town with no agenda for a couple hours, peppering into shops and bakeries at will.
^In the grocery store grabbing snacks.
We even stopped at their hotel room for a little espresso/wine/lay on the floor reboot before it was time to head back to my area of town to say goodbye.
^Saying goodbye to them outside my airbnb.
In the terms of how I look, I hate that photo above. My hair looks like a helmet made of bad combovers, my eyes are dulling and I look like I haven't slept in four days. But oh how it's also one of my favorites because it was just before they zoomed off in a cab. It was weird to say bye to my Dad in Europe when I now live cities away from him. I could tell we were hugging each other a little tighter as we kissed our au revoirs. There was a little bit of an added sadness to part but I felt more fortunate that we got to spend the past two days together.
And I guess we are now in the cool club of forever getting to say to one another:
"At least we'll always have Paris ♥"