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PARIS

Paree for me was all kinds of amazing! I half wish I had my blog at the time, as I surely would have taken a million more upload-worthy snaps. Although, being my first European city I was almost too starstruck. I say almost, as Reid still had his fair share of #BrothersOfInstagram moments.  

 

 

I’ll admit to hearing mixed reviews of Paris in the past, but from my side, what’s not to j’adore?

There are certain things you should bear in mind before setting foot, and failure to acknowledge these is where I’m guessing disappointment stems from?

Yes there is litter, yes there are homeless, yes there are beggars, and yes, you need to watch your belongings like a hawk (actually though). Let’s not forget Paris is a major city… That aside, there’s an unbelievable amount of beauty to be explored.

With a lack of direction myself, I was fortunate enough to have my sole travelling companion (Reid) successfully memorise the entire metro system in a matter of hours.

 

 

Naturally, I had well underestimated the travel time required between each attraction, so thank god for trains. Having our accommodation directly opposite Gare du Nord station wasn’t a bad idea either.  

 

 

I’ll skip the “must-see” ramble of the Arc de Triomphe, Louvre, ChampsÉlysées, Notre Dame Cathedral and Sacré-Cœur, as no doubt they’re already on the list. If not, quickly add them now. 

 

 

One thing I will say is do go up the Eiffel Tower. It’ll cost you about 25 euro to the top, but it’s worth it.

 

 

Besides the obvious, Saint Saint-Germain-des-Prés and the Latin Quarter were highlights for sure. It was everything I hoped Paris would be. Cobbled streets, cute cafes, shops of every kind, and just the grooviest vibe. 

 

 

Connecting with the quarter is Jardin du Luxembourg. Great for people watching and resting the old legs, which by this point were very sore. Pictures just don’t do this place justice. It’s ultimately lush and I want to live here.

 

 

I could have happily spent weeks in Paris, as no matter how much we saw, it still felt as if there was so much more. My first touchdown in Europe definitely holds a special place in my heart. If you get the chance to go, do.  

 

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