"flash backs of a dishevelled clown smoking a cigarette at The Eiffel Tower, a pole-dancing Mrs Doyle jamming with a saxophone busker ON THE METRO and a suited man walking his Pastel-Wash rabbit on a lead through Montmartre"
Having been home from my trip to Paris a week now, I've finally settled back into my natural habitat. A habitat devoid of reasonable seasons and the Eiffel Tower it might be, but it's familiar and it knows what I'm about, ya'no we go way back, like lifetime pals, comfortable and reliable. Now this being said I might be trying to distract myself from the fact that, well, me and Paris might have had an affair...
That is to say that we connected on a whole new level, we share similar interests (yes food and fashion and a bit of art) and our dates exceeded all expectations, Paris offered surprises hidden around every corner- here come flash backs of a dishevelled clown smoking a cigarette at The Eiffel Tower, a pole-dancing Mrs Doyle jamming with a saxophone busker ON THE METRO and a suited man walking his Pastel-Wash rabbit on a lead through Montmartre!!- suddenly familiar doesn't sound so inviting!
Life felt a bit like walking through some impressionist painting come to life, with all the beauties and monstrosities coming together to create a city that literally buzzed with energy, and functions on the foundations it's built upon- love, food, art and some pretty grimy Metro's. Fortunately for us Paris Syndrome didn't strike and we were lucky enough to have (ALMOST) all positive and friendly interactions with the native Parisians and got to see an impressive stretch of the city in our long weekend- on foot and by metro.
Now down to business, since we travelled throughout the night- hello 2am flight, how I haven't missed you- it was decided to keep plans simple for the day we arrived, because peaking early just wasn't an option.
Upside to flying through the night however, is getting the entire first day in the bag and after some serious napping it was time to go and explore our new environment. This environment being Montmartre of which Picasso, Dali, Monet and Van Gogh all resided to live and to work- Ooh the culture. Walking through a maze of streets and parks we passed a melting pot of cultural-contrasts and finally reached the Basilique Sacre Coeurs at the highest point of the the area and after side stepping a french wedding and a heard of Japanese tourists, found a cute french bistro to refuel.
By the end of our first day, Montmartre had succeeded in impressing the pants off me and I slept like a rock that night, excited for the next day to come.
P.s unfortunately I couldn't bring my slr camera so I had to use my iPhone for the trip.