City of Light + Love

Oh, you know, just got back from a causal weekend in Paris. A mere 1.5 hour train ride separates me from the city of love so when my boyfriend Marc was finished with his work week spent in Lisbon, we decided to meet for a few days and experience the Parisian magic together. I finished my last exam for the day and was headed home to pack for the weekend. Little did I know that Marc had different plans. I turned the street corner and…


I found this one standing in front of my house!! I’ve honestly never been so surprised in my life. And pleasantly surprised, at that. After packing and showing him a taste of Angers, we hopped on the train back to Paris. I’ve been deprived of sushi so the first order of business was to find some bomb sushi in the Latin Quarter, where we were staying. We ended up at Oi Sushi. The place was packed and only 2 sushi chefs crammed in the minuscule kitchen were grinding out hundreds of rolls. It was insanely fresh and a great value.


After getting buzzed off of sake, it was time to bar hop and make our way over to Concrete, the club we had decided to check out. It takes place on a three-level boat docked on the Seine and is infamous for its all-day parties. It took us about an hour to get in because of the ridiculous line, but it was well worth it. With different DJs on each level, you get the option of music and environment you want throughout the night — its basically three clubs in one. They also served vegetarian hot dogs so kudos on that, Concrete!


Good morning, Paris! We woke to cloudy skies but despite the rain and wind, we leisurely made our way around the city and stopped at a café across from Sainte Chapelle for brunch.


We strolled some more and ended up walking past the Louvre (which was covered up with a tarp — poor visitors who had never seen it before!) and towards l’Arc de Triomphe. It was really starting to get windy and rainy at this point, so we stopped for another coffee break when Marc had the brilliant idea to accompany our cappuccinos with a Nutella pizza. This thing was INSANE. It was a full size pizza smothered in what must have been a full jar of Nutella, topped with powdered sugar and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Let’s just say it was a sugar rush.


Hyped on caffeine, sugar, and cold air, we braved the weather and made it to the last place on our very unstructured check-list — La Tour Eiffel, obviously. He’d never been to the top so we decided there wasn’t much of an option. I mean, how could we go to Paris and not go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower?!

If we thought it was windy on the ground, we were wrong. 1,096 feet in the air, we were one with the clouds which was actually a cool experience in comparison to seeing the skyline on a clear day. And there was no way the weather could stop us from enjoying a glass of champagne up there.


It was the perfect ending to our short but sweet weekend in Paris! The city of light never fails to fill my heart with happiness, especially when experienced with mon amour.




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