Tunic and Scarf - Free People, Jacket - True Religion, Jeans- H&M, Boots - Belle by Sigerson Morrison, Bag - Rebecca Minkoff
Day 7 of Euro trip brought us to Paris. There are so many adjectives one can use to describe Paris. Breathtaking. Spectacular. Magical. Spellbinding. Beautiful. Effortless. Perfect. As soon as our early morning train pulled up into the Gare du Nord station, I was already stunned by the beauty that surrounded me. Not a street we walked upon, passed, or crossed over didn't fail to make me stop and stare. I already knew Paris would be a delight for the senses, but I didn't know it would all hit me so hard. I really didn't want to leave. Even just within my first few hours in the city, I felt like I connected with it and the people (all of whom are beautiful, as well). Everyone seemed very at ease with life. People strolled and never seemed rush from place to place. They would sip coffee for hours having intense discussions or just people watching on the sidewalks. The cafes are made for people-watching, one of my favorite activities ever. Just the idea that the locals get to wake up to this city every single day gives me happy shivers. How lucky they are. It doesn't take much to be entertained in Paris. If you have eyes, ears, a nose, and a mouth, you are able to fully get to know why Paris is the city of dreams and romance. I got it now. And I want to go back so badly. We spent a good chunk of our first day in Paris in Monatmarte. We walked up the steps to the Sacré-Cœur and got the best and most stunning view of the city. EPIC. We sat at the top for a while in the sun as a harpist played the most lullaby-ish of songs. When we got hungry, we'd pick up a baguette and snack on it on our walks. The most simple of foods and the most simple of activities feel so much more grander in Paris. People just carry themselves differently here. Beauty is literally found in everything, from each sip of wine to each bite of a croissant. I think us Americans can learn a lot. I know we always say the French hate us, and we hate the French. But I think we only hate them because they know how to do it all so much better. Everyone bikes in the most fabulous of outfits. People actually hang out in parks rather than just passing through. Not to mention, the subways are extremely easy to use and understand. And quite surprisingly, most people on the streets were more than welcome to lend a hand when it came to directions. Gah, And the vintage shopping. Endless and fantastic. All you really need in life can be found in Paris. Including the perfect French man I reckon. Our evening brought us walking along the sparkling Seine River all the way to the Eiffel Tower, and later to Bastille, where we partied with the young locals and drank beer with some musicians from all around the world. What happens in Paris never stays in Paris, because it is all too good to share! More to come soon!