The day after my birthday we took the train from London to Paris. Only having Amtrak to compare train travel to, we assumed the process would be similar and it would be a matter of showing up, grabbing a snack (obviously) and boarding. Somehow we overlooked the fact that we’d be leaving one country and entering another, and that we’d need to clear security and have our passports checked and stamped. We eventually made it, but the situation was a tad more stressful than either of us anticipated…at 8AM…hungover.
We got into Paris around noon and went straight to the apartment we rented for our stay, which turned out to be a great spot – it felt very Parisian and we were only a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower.
That first afternoon we saw most of the main sights. We started at the Eiffel Tower, made our way to the Arc de Triomphe (stopping along the way for french onion soup and a croque madame), walked down the Champs-Elysées, played in the courtyard by the Louvre, stopped for coffee and crème brûlée, and walked through Notre Dame. It was a lot of walking (I mean a lot), but the city is magic, so we [barely] noticed our throbbing feet.
We learned our lesson in London, so made sure to check the hours of the few places we wanted to tour. Since the Louvre is closed Tuesdays, we woke up late on Monday and made our way to the museum for a little culture. Admittedly, I am not an art buff, but Adam studied art history a bit in school, so it was fun to spend a few hours seeking out the most famous pieces (mature, I know).
Once we finished we decided to walk from the museum to the Montmartre neighborhood because it came highly recommended from pretty much everyone who’s ever visited Paris. Now we didn’t turn on international cell service when we were abroad, and we quickly learned how much we rely on the maps/directions feature. Adam, however, was convinced he could read the paper map we had, and because he has a way of selling his knowledge in with such conviction, I believed him. 3 hours later and 4 miles out of the way, we made it to the Basilica of Sacre-Coeur. Lucky for Adam, the view was worth it.
The next day we had a leisurely breakfast of baked goods and bread (again), then walked over to The Catacombs of Paris. That shit is cray. We both looked like d bags with our audio tours (which is definitely worth the extra $), but the tour was one of the more interesting things we did on our trip.
After our romantic afternoon below ground, we went back to the apartment to grab our lock for the Pont des Arts Bridge. Unknowingly, we both brought locks with us for the bridge. I brought a real lock, and Adam brought a glorified luggage lock. And, because Adam was convinced we might need my life-size lock for something else, we used his baby version (the measure of true love, folks). Unfortunately, we both forgot a sharpie, so has to scratch A+V into our little lock then attach it among the sea of others.