PARIS

SCOOTERS, SCOOTERS, FRENCH KISSING, AND MORE SCOOTERS!

We headed on a train from Headcorn, England (just outside of the farm) making our way for Kelly’s flat. I was waiting for Harry Potter in his orange & black scarf to whip on past us on his flying broom stick just outside the train window. Once we arrived in London, we only had a short amount of time before we left her with our luggage and packed just an overnight bag & headed on the Euro Star for Paris.

Aaaaahhhh…Paris. The city of Romance. Hell yeah it was – I cannot tell you how many couples I saw literally French Kissing, whether it be 12 Noon or 12 Midnight, whether they be 26 yrs. Old or 62 yrs. Old, on the benches overlooking the Seine, at the Eiffel Tower, or at the walk way waiting for the go ahead to cross the street. I was seriously looking around for the Offficiate of the Guinness Book of World Records figuring these people are being timed for some International Contest or something!! It was “SO PARISl! “ I should mention to you, that all of these public displays of affection we often were witnesses to brewed up this tiny thought in my husband’s head: “Jen, So, Like I Want Five Daily Displays of PUBLIC Affection While We Are Here In Paris” Sorry to say, I didn’t meet my given quota…..i am just not used to doing that in front of everyone and whomever in public!!! I’m such a prude, huh!

Our Hotel was beautiful, Hotel Lutetia. The shopping was fun (I got the cutest pair of black flats that I have ever laid my hazel eyes on!). The day we arrived we walked to Notre Dame & hit the street vendors for touristy shopping. And of course, like a big fat Amercian nerd, I got myself a beret. Now, come on, how could one not fork over the measily 5 Euros for one when being in Paris! Plus, doesn’t justin look cute in it? He cracks me up. For dinner we stopped at one of the numerous outside cafes and had dinner (where I was served a mojito with a flipping firework in it!) and watched the people walk by. The second day we walked to the Eiffel Tower & took the elevator to the top. Awesome view, not so awesome crowd (felt like I was in line at Cedar Point, waiting to get on yet again another roller coaster claiming it’s fame of being the biggest, baddest, fastest ever in the world). BUT the line was worth the view and the great memory that will stay with us forever. We took a boat down the Seine, it was a nice chance to check out more architecture & not to mention rest our feet (mine were starving desparately for a rest). The highlight of Paris…..dinner our last night at Maison Blanche (click on the word Design on the home page & check out the 5 pics of the inside, so cool!) www.maison-blanche.fr/maison-blanche-us.html I had chosen this place 4 months in advance and specifically booked one of the few tables that reside right up against the large panes of glass which overlook the city from about 7 stories up. It was a phenomenal view….the food – well lets just put it this way, it was a phenomenal view. ☺ hee hee. Reallly though, it was good, we have just realized that Gourmet FRENCH food is not our favorite (and I like all kinds of food!) – our first time was on our honeymoon in Montreal. That restaurant was called Toque, pronounced Toe-Kay….and we kept saying “Toque was….uh……Okay” ☺ But Maison Blanche, in Paris, I would still recommend it – it was fabulously contemporary, great atmosphere, unbelievable presentation of food, and they had great “Butter Sorbet”. You may ask, what is Butter Sorbet? Well….let me tell you. In between courses we were served this small bowl of something that was orangey yellow in color, and a spoon. So justin says “oh, sorbet!” figuring it was served to us to clean our palate before the next course and he digs right in and immediately whispers to me “uh, yeah, NOT sorbet. It’s butter.” We were cracking up so bad!! I mean HONESTLY, WHO serves butter with a SPOON in between courses like that with NO bread to accompany it.

So just as we finished up dinner the clock ticked 11 pm & we headed to the outside deck and watched the nighttime blue glowing Eiffel Tower turn into the most beautiful hypnotic white sparkles. It sparkles for 10 minutes on the hour every hour at night then turns back to the blue glow. We were greeted with another fabulous view of the sparkling tower when we left the restaurant and walked outside and down a small park like boulevard, where both sides were lined with big green trees & no one else to be found except for justin, me…..and the Tower, smack dab center in front of us. What a sight. It was just fabulous – and I never really cared much about the Eiffel Tower, but there is something about being in Paris, walking hand in hand in the evening with your husband and having that kind of view. Again, can I just say, and with a big fat grateful smile, “Paris is So Paris” ☺ We topped of the romantic evening with a champagne toast in our hotel’s piano bar.


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