Plaid Boy and Girl Next Shore in Paris – First Day High (Photodiary)

You can’t always fall in love with Paris, but you can always fall in love in Paris.
Once a million years ago I dreamt of living in Paris, speaking the language like a native and eating fistfuls of foie gras and croissants by the bucket for breakfast. I’ve always been charmed by the city’s distinct vibe. It’s not the most modern of cities nor does it house the friendliest people but it does possess a legit je nais sais quois that is really quite magical. 

Since we last saw each other in January, Plaid Boy and I have kind of been sucked into the busyness of work and wedding planning so for some much needed R&R we decided to visit the city of love, lights, and escargot.
After much deliberation (aka the battle of AirBnB and, we decided to stay at Hotel Le Littre in the St. Germain/Montparnasse area. Our hotel was really close to the Montparnasse-Bienvenue Metro, a well-connected station, so travelling around the city was very convenient for us.

First stop… the Eiffel, but of course!
We didn’t go up the Eiffel as queues of tourists snaked for miles under the scorching sun, but we stayed in the area for quite some time, taking in the majesty of it all. We walked towards the Palais du Challiot, eating soft serve ice cream and taking photos (couple shots, selfies, jump shots) along the way. 

Next stop was the Arc de Triomphe. We were a bit disappointed to see scaffolding around the arc during the day. It’s a better sight at night. After taking the obligatory tourist photos, we headed down Avenue des Champs Elysees to look at the shops, then chilled by the Grand Palais et Petit Palais.
Grand Palais, Paris by The Girl Next Shore
Grand Palais, Paris by The Girl Next Shore

Pont Alexandre III has got to be my favourite bridge in the whole world ever! Forget the Pont de l’archeveche, this has got to be the more romantic spot, with its cherubs and lamp posts. It’s scenic, overlooking the Seine with panoramic views of the Eiffel and the city.

We headed back to Avenue des Champs Elysees to grab some dinner (more on this later) then went back to Saint-Germain. We sat outside a cafe by the sidewalks, inhaling the rest of the night and treating our tired feet to some adult beverage. I’ve always liked the vibe of Parisian cafes.

As we nursed our beers and kir in comfortable silence, I said a little prayer of thanks. I fell in love with the city a bit more that day, but not as much as I fell for my date. It was, indeed, a good first day.

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