While browsing for prints on the interwebs, I came across this gorgeous Rifle print. And in no time, I was daydreaming..
11 months ago today, I was flipping through a Paris guide-book, putting sticky notes and stars over all the places I wanted to go. I had dreamed of Paris since I was young and Jay and I were finally going.
I remember perfectly the conversation we had that lead to the decision to go. I tend to avoid travel, not because I don’t love seeing places, but because I hate flying and also because I have only really traveled in groups, and I am more of a solitary person. Jay had the itch to go, and having grown up with a family that loves to travel, his desires and my own often clash. He kept naming off places and I kept turning them down with every excuse I could think of. Until he said Paris.
“You’ve always wanted to go. We could go, just us two.” And, of course, I caved.
We had saved up money for a nice trip like this for ages, without any idea where or when we would go. Once we booked the trip, we put away every penny we could on top of our savings and decided that we would go with a list of potential places to go, but decide specifics when we arrived. We wanted to live like Parisians for a week, and not worry about money. So instead of going to a bunch of museums and trips, we wandered the streets, ducking into little bistros for lunch and searching for most “happening” restaurants online, then heading there for dinner. We drank wine with every meal, saw the canonical sites, but mostly did whatever we pleased.
Our hotel was tiny and perfect, with double door windows that opened to let the breeze in at night, and a cat that wandered the halls in the evening, keeping watch. On our first night there, Jay proposed in the park below the Eiffel Tower close to midnight. It was the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life, and we spent the rest of the week in a haze of giddiness.
I made Jay visit Notre Dame at least four times, and just sit in the stone steps in front of it and feel like a piece of history. We ate at our favourite restaurant twice, and decided never to adjust to the time difference. We woke up close to noon every day, had late lunches and even later dinners, and wandered the streets until the wee hours of the morning. It was perfect.
And now, it has been nearly a year and I can’t believe it! I would go back in an instant, and so to linger in that dreamlike state, here are some of my favourite pictures. Enjoy!