paris is my life
Paris is my life So where did I leave off...so much to tell about our few days in Paris. Action packed and such a blast. When we first got in and settled into our new apartment, we were exhausted and slept for a few hours. After feeling quite at home and utilizing our host's espresso machine (he has a frother machine too) I forced the sisters to venture out to meet my friend's brother and go out on the town. We got dolled up and went to the meeting spot which was a cafe that, to our surprise was all boarded up and no longer existed...so we had a glass of wine next door and Smyth chased down our friend when he rushed by headed for the abandoned restaurant. He was a kind of awkward hipster frenchie but seemed nice. We went to a bar with his friend ( a cute smart ass fellow) Jean-Baptiste, called Carmen. It was very chic, in an old redone building with oversized birdcages for people to sit in. Girls were drinking huge champagne cocktails and there was a lot of dancing. We all drank and chatted until they wanted to head to the next club, La Rouge- an electro dance club. When we arrived they tried to cut the line and we were sadly rejected to the back of the long queue. After about 15 minutes it got old and the only way to get in was going to be bottle service. Smamed asked if we were in and after a lot of hesitation they convinced us. But then there was another huge line when we got inside. By that time it was three something in the morning and we were over it. I tried to tell our friends and they just seemed pissed which only made me more annoyed....so after an awkward and semi-rude exchange, we bailed and tried to find a cab. They were not happy. We totes pissed off some Parisians. But we met some nice guys outside and they helped us get a cab! Pasta and chatting ensued in our apartment until after 4am :)
The next morning was Sunday in Paris! Our neighborhood (Bastille) had a huge open air farmers market and we got a huge loot for the week!!! Fruits and veggies and bread and most importantly French Spike to crack infuse all of our creations. O and wine of course, delicious French vin rouge!! A nap was in order in the afternoon due to our late night adventure and after we recharged we decided to get some sightseeing in. Sunday is great for walking along the river because the street is closed to cars. So we moseyed along with bikers and strollers. We stopped to see Hotel de Ville, the Norte Dame Cathedral, Pont Nuef bridge, and the Luxembourg Gardens. The gardens were my favorite! It was as if we had stepped off the busy streets of Paris straight into a Jane Austen novel. When the rain came we went back to the apartment, cooked some of our delicious fresh market food and conked out.
Sooo, after catching up on some much needed sleep from our Parisian club escape, Monday was to be activity day! We made breakfast at our humble abode...fruit, soy lattes, and madeline cookies (left from our wonderful host Beaumont) Side note...we feel as if we now are best friends with Beaumont. He gave us a clear instruction manual, left us cookies and plenty of espresso, has Sex and the City DVDs...introduced us to a new book series Luxe, has a clothing rack clearly made for my dresses, is into Asian culture, we are 90% positive he is gay...basically we love Beaumont (haven't met him just to clarify). Anyway, after breakfast we head out to conquer my clearly mapped out itinerary :) First was a walk along the river to the Louvre. It is such an amazing building and although sooo crowded, every annoying tourist is worth going there. The Italian painting section, where the Mona Lisa is displayed, was crazy crowded but was my favorite section. I was surprised at how much I liked the Mona Lisa because I really didn't care to see it all that much. I fell in love with a The Wedding Feast at Cana, painted by Paolo Veronese. The museum is so big it is hard to see everything but we hit Greek sculptures next, where Smyth started a sassy statue series. We would find some funny faces and pretend we knew what they were thinking...clearly we are mature adults here. Next was French paintings and the Napoleon Apartments ...which were amazing! Such beautiful architecture and design everywhere you look! After several hours of wandering and admiring art we ventured to the gardens outside the museum and read our books in the sun. Whitney's French friends told her she had to go to Angelina's for hot chocolate and it was close by so we walked there. Whit and I split hot cocoa and I got a macaroon. Literally the best things I have ever put in my mouth. The cocoa was like drinking chocolate lava cake! We were both in heaven! Next, we walked through the ritzy shopping streets (passed Chanel and Tiffany's ...drool) to the opera house. I had to see where the Paris Opera Ballet performs! There was a big sign outside for the ballet and as I was snapping a pic one of the dancers walked through the stage door. Smyth said my face lit up like a child getting a lollipop. She looked just like any one of my ballerina friends walking out of rehearsal :) Whitney commented "Oh she already lit up her lunch"...everyone smokes here...I swear I saw a 6 yr old puffing on a cig. Anywho...it was afternoon nap time. Food, sleep, and get ready for round 2. It was Eiffel Tower picnic night. We cooked up some cous cous and veggies, poured some wine into my sigg bottle and headed out to see the sunset. The Eiffel Tower was beautiful! When we arrived we were haggled to buy bottles of wine and champagne. I knew we would need more so Smyth and I were able to sweet talk the vendor from 20 euros to 5. Holla...pros! We noticed one side of the lawn seemed to be designated for the degenerates and there were already drunken groups singing and playing. The other side was dominated by strollers and families...can you guess where we headed?! Once the sun is down they light up the tower and every hour for five minutes it sparkles. It really is stunning and I guess I'm a romantic but it made me so happy. And there was wine :) and my sisters. We laughed and begged for baguettes from the shady wine vendors! The night would have been perfect except for our gypsy attack. We made a new friend and as he was chatting with us we were bombarded by a father and child ramming maps in our faces asking for directions. It was so confusing and we tried to wave them away. A bit later we discovered both Smyth and Whit's phones were gone. Stolen by gypsy children! A huge bummer. Smyth's brand new iphone...and most importantly all of their pictures from the trip gone :(
The next morning we tried to get over the stolen phones and make the most of the day. It was very cold so we didn't last long walking around. We took the metro to the Montmartre area (bohemian central) we got off near the Moulin Rouge...it is not all that big and kind of a let down. But we walked up the street and saw the cafe in one if our fave movies Amelie. It was cute and really close to some great pan and fromage shops! It was definitely bread day...I think I ate 2 whole loaves by myself. We got a baguette and Whit picked out a soft cheese with raisins. We sat and ate before trekking up a huge hill to see Le Soucre, a huge and majestic church. It is a gorgeous cathedral that has a panoramic view of the entire city! Very beautiful. Next we headed to a boutique hotel from an article in Bon Apetit (thanks Sarah). It was adorable and had a covered outdoor terrace where we had afternoon red wine, more bread and French fries (had to get them once in France!). It was very relaxing and afterward we headed back home so Whit could pack and we could go out later. We watched some Sex and the City, made espresso, cooked a vegan feast, and chilled! Later that evening we walked to the St Martin district (definitely a hipster trendy area) for Whitney's last night in Paris. We went to a tiny, hidden bar also recommended by Bon Apetit called L'entree des Artists...can you guess why I picked that one ?! It was dark, quaint, had a very interesting menu of libations and played rad music! It was the perfect setting for a mellow sister night out. A couple of cocktails and a frommage plate later we were off to bed. Smyth and I sent Whitney off this morning on the metro to the airport :( sad but she is ready to see her baby Aven! We continued to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery where many famous people are buried. It was gorgeous to walk through and many of the graves were elaborate family plots with beautiful sculptures and engravings. We sought out Jim Morrison's grave as it is the one to see...but it was nothing extreme compared to the rest of the marvelous headstones. Now we are getting ready to say goodbye to Paris, well France entirely, and hello to Italy! Off to the night train...au revoir Paree!!