Paris Day Two
Heh. Heh. Remember on my last post how I promised not to post every day of my vacay? Because it’s obnoxious?
You see, I literally filled up an 8g SD card of photos and videos. (Video to come at some later date… later.) Going through and editing photos is trying enough. Please don’t make me also choose what is worth sharing. It’s Paris & London for heaven’s sake! It’s all worth sharing. Okay I’m done. Thank you for bearing with me.
Notre Dame is celebrating it’s 850th anniversary. They built this horrible eyesore to celebrate. They did do something kind of cool on the other side of the ugly blue thing though–they built stadium steps. It allows for a different viewpoint, but at the same time–it’s Notre Dame. None of that is needed. Words cannot describe this place.
Then I made a stop at the most amazing scarf shop I’ve ever seen on Ile Saint Louis, called Bamyan. Their goods come from the Middle East and are among the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I stumbled on it last time we were in Paris and I’ve gotten a compliment on that scarf every time I’ve worn it. So naturally, I needed another.
Next we headed over to the Marais to spend a bit of time. On the way, we met the most focused little cat I’ve ever seen. For some reason there aren’t many Parisian cats just strolling around so this little guy stuck out.
The Marais is an impossibly charming part of town. The streets are narrow and filled with shops and restaurants. It’s undeniably one of the best people-watching spots in town. The Marais is also home to all the falafel joints in town. I’ve never had one before (I guess I’ve always steered clear of eating things with funny names) but OMG. Apparently I love a good falafel.
The best part about Paris though, is that there is a hidden gem everywhere you look. When I’m walking the streets, I spend most of my time looking up–the architecture is so incredible that it’s hard to take my eyes off of it. But Sam is really good about looking sideways. (Thank goodness. If left to my own devices I’d be constantly lost.) There are little courtyards in the most random places. Sam found this little place purely by
accident luck. It’s called Hotel de Sully, but isn’t a hotel at all actually. It’s just a privately owned historical building. I love that it’s open for people to walk into though. It would be a shame to keep it locked away.
We walked on through and into Places des Vosges, another lovely little garden. It’s lined in little shops and galleries. I loved the ballerina below.
Next, we headed to Pere Lachaise cemetery. It seems weird to say, but it was such a romantic cemetery, if there is such a thing. There were winding cobblestone streets, lined with falling leaves and the grave sites and crypts were so beautiful. We made our way to see Jim Morrison’s grave. It was the only one that was fenced off. It’s insane to think that he passed away at only 27. I can’t imagine what it was like to be that famous (and still famous forty-two years later) off of what he did in that short amount of time in his life. The cemetery is a bit out of the way, but I definitely recommend popping a few stops down in the metro. It really was beautiful.
That evening, we had dinner in Saint Honore Square at an italian restaurant named Fuxia (you can always tell the good places by the amount of locals waiting for tables.) A friend of mine from my Auburn days is an ex-pat in Paris now, so I looked him up and Sam and I hopped over to Hotel Costes to meet him for a few drinks. Hotel Costes is such an incredible place. The bar is gorgeous and the champagne is bubbly. We later made our way to a quiet Silencio and then ditched it for a very crowded pub down the street. Apparently cabs are a bit of a trouble to get in the very wee hours of the morning and when you don’t have any 4G, you can’t call for an Uber. So we finished out our evening with a long walk back to the hotel.