We arrived in Paris swiftly via Chunnel. Another method of Europe’s vast transportation system that continuously blows my mind. If you are planning on heading to France from London in the future I’d highly recommend taking this train over flying. It’s also a great way to see the country side before heading into the city.
We stepped off the train and were immediately hit with 35 degree weather. Paris was in a heat wave and the temperature was a whole 10 degrees hotter than it had been in London. By the time we got to our flat for the week my family was quite tired and so we grocery shopped and I set out on my own for some sunset exploring.
I set out on foot towards Hotel de Ville, which I knew was somewhere in the general direction of Norte Dame. For those of you that don’t know me well, my sense of direction isn’t great but google maps has been my bff these past two weeks and we only get into the occasional argument. After walking a few kilometres in that general direction I came to the square and saw this:
(My apologies for the awful picture I was too excited to take another one)
I looked at this building and gradually my jaw actually hit the hard Paris ground. I walked around in circles, neck cranked back, smile plastered on my face in awe of the city that so many describe as romantic. Is it romantic? It must be as I was so enamoured. The architecture of each building so perfectly chosen and meticulous – every curve of limestone melting so seamlessly into the next- the way the light was bouncing off of the stone- the way people gathered with wine by the river enjoying each other’s company- I loved it already and I hadn’t even been there 2 hours.