First of all, let me start by saying that I am greatly sorry that I haven’t kept up with my blog as promised. Actually, I’m not, mainly because I’m in France and we have had a few jam-packed days that involved me literally falling asleep in the hallway at one point out of sheer exhaustion.
But it’s been good exhaustion. The kind when you’re having the time of your life and you can’t imagine for a moment being anywhere else in the world. France is a dream. An absolute dream. I can’t imagine anything making me happier than being in France. I don’t know if it’s that I’ve consumed endless amounts of baguettes and brie the last few days with no side effects or the fact that I am French and feeling super French right now and French people are just effortlessly cool, calm, and collected. Whatever the case may be, I am the happiest that I have ever been.
Day two of being in Paris was full of excitement. I feel like we managed to jam 10 days of sightseeing into 10 hours. This morning we woke up incredibly early to catch the early morning mass at Notre Dame. If you’ve never heard mass in French, you are missing out. It was divine. Absolutely what God intended. I sat through the entire mass just staring at the monsignor and thinking about the one who pardoned Jean Valjean in Les Miserables. What a job. What a man. The prayer time was beautiful. I felt a lot of peace in that moment. It really goes to show that God is ever present, even in moments when you are completely out of your element and have no idea what’s going on. It was beautiful.
After mass, we walked around Notre Dame for a few minutes (me longer than everyone else because I take 4 million pictures). It is absolutely gorgeous. The cathedral is older than anything that I’ve ever visited, and the architecture is truly inspired. I really can’t describe it well because it’s so magnificent. All that I can say is, if you have a chance to visit, it’s a must.
After mass, we realized that we were starving (we’re always starving) and found a little crepe place down a hidden alley. This is where we were first introduced to Culture Crepe, this tiny hole-in-the-wall crepe place that serves up honestly the best thing that I’ve ever put into my mouth. They were just so delicious and amazing and beautiful and god-breathed. I can’t imagine that there are crepes any better in all of France.
After our sinful breakfast, we headed out to the Eiffel Tower. Let me just start by saying that the Eiffel Tower is about 5,000 times bigger than I thought it would be. I’m not really sure what I was thinking it would look like, but it was massive. And my god was it breathtaking. I felt like a little girl who was seeing a pony for the first time or something. (A pony probably isn’t a good analogy, as I am afraid of anything horse related. Maybe it’s not so much fear as much as it is extreme respect.)
My aunt Paulette and I decided that we wanted to go to the very tippy top of the Eiffel Tower, and we took the elevator up. There’s something really humbling about going up 8 million stories onto a structure that is seemingly swaying in the wind on an incredibly breezy day. It might not have been swaying in the wind. I might have just been swaying in the wind, ya know, since I’m so small and model like and such.
The view from the top was insane. I’m finding it hard to describe a lot of these moments because there really aren’t any words. You could see all of Paris from the top of the Eiffel, and I realized how much more I hadn’t seen. It was on the top of the Eiffel that I realized that I would probably just have to move here in order to see all of Paris in a sufficient manner. Let the apartment search begin. I wonder if they’re hiring for Moulin Rouge….
We decided to walk down the Eiffel tower, which seemed like a good decision and seemingly was until I realized just how truly old my knees were. We prevailed through, stopped on the first floor (still easily 15 stories up) for a quick snack and a glass of champagne (my snack of choice), and headed back down to the bottom. From there, we took a taxi to the Arc de Triomphe.
When I tell you that the Arc de Triomphe is easily the most magnificent thing that I have ever seen in my life, please believe me. It truly took my breath away. I don’t know if it was knowing the history of it and the way that it barely survived the second world war, or the sheer massive size of it, but whatever the reason, I was swooning. Who knew that I would go to Paris and fall in love with a monument. I always assumed it would be a man, but a monument works as well.
It was the most awe-inspiring thing that I have ever seen. Ever. Hands down, no contest. And that’s a lot coming from a girl who was just on top of the Eiffel Tower. I don’t know what it was about it that was so incredible. I’m not sure why I was so in love with it. But I was. I could have spent hours there, just looking at the names on the walls and the architecture that covered it in its entirety. If you’re in Paris, this is a must see. Plan ahead. Take your time. It’s magnificent.
By this point, we were pooped but needed to press on. We decided to go back to the room for a few minutes and then head into the Louvre. When I say that the Louvre is gigantic, please know that I am being incredibly modest. It’s the biggest building I’ve ever seen. It’s bigger than any mall that I’ve ever shopped at. (The fact that I’m comparing the Louvre to a mall shows you how American I am. I am so ashamed.)
In true Leah fashion, I went into the Louvre and couldn’t find the entrance. Like, guys…I couldn’t find the entrance for like 35 minutes. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I acted like I was in complete control. I walked around like I was a model and completely aware of the fact that I was walking in circles. But y’all…I couldn’t find it. Finally, I ran into my Aunt Paulette and she told me where it was. Where was it? The exact spot that I passed a few minutes earlier. Excited and ready to take Â on the Louvre, I walked in, pass in hand. And then found out it was closed. Welp, I guess the Louvre is tomorrow. Back to the room.
We decided early on to get fancy one night and go out for a nice dinner. I did not plan well, and the dress that I brought was very boob-a-licious. Apparently nobody has ever seen cleavage in France like ever because I was definitelyÂ proposed to at least twice (I gave one of the proposals some serious thought.)
Dinner was good. We found a little cafe where we could sit outside, and we ordered whatever we wanted off of the menu. I ordered lamb shank, which I have literally never ordered in my entire life, and it was delicious.
After dinner, we found a little gelato place and headed for the bridge that connects us to the Louvre. We sat on the bridge, laughing and talking until we decided to take a last minute excursion back to the Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel at night, y’all. My holy god. I have no words. Even when I posted videos of it to Facebook, I had no words. I’m finding that out about a lot of my pictures. I have no way to describe it other than…..wow. And “wow” makes me sound like a really awful writer.
Honestly, I am struggling to write some of these entries because it is so truly amazing here. I am just speechless, which has only happened one other time in my life when Lexy Grey died on Greys anatomy and Mark told her that he loved her (still not over that).
We got a taxi back after witnessing the incredible nighttime Eiffel, and spent our night hanging out. Day two in Paris…man…I just don’t know what else to say.
I can’t believe that this is my life, sometimes. Right now is definitely one of those times.
Day 3 coming very, very soon.