My obsession with Paris is a well-documented secret- having to introduce your one household pet as Henri kind of blows the lid off of it all. So when my mom gave me a weeklong trip to Paris for my thirtieth birthday, as Junior Pink so eloquently put it, 'Mom, it's like your dreams are coming true.'
Since Mr. Pink didn't want to go, I took Zenifer, my ace in the hole, who not only put up with my incessant 'Way's (the phonetic pronunciation of oui that seems popular in Paris), she is fluent in French and has been to Paris many times.
We stayed in the 14th, that, while not the most popular arondissment, it was a wonderful place to stay- our other choice was on the Champs Elysees, and reminded me of the French version of Hollywood Boulevard- yes, you should go, but it's not really an authentic experience.
We saw most of the main Parisian sights- the Louvre, Musee D'Orsay, Centre Pompidou (my favorite museum, next to Musee Picasso), Sacre Couer, Moulin Rouge, Shakespeare and Company, Notre Dame and Bon Marche. We even had signature Parisian experiences- listening to an accordion player on the Metro, (knowingly) getting swindled near a main tourist attraction, being told we were too thin to be Americans and service from a rude garcon. But really, so much of my trip is encapsulated with La Tour.
Over 400 of the 600+ photos I took were of the Tower, not only on top and in it, but it seen at different vantage points throughout Paris. We (and by we, I mean Jenifer) decided to plan our trip around Bastille Day and were able to take in the annual concert and fireworks show that takes place on the champs in front of the Tower.
It was the trip of a lifetime, and while our visit was simple and beautiful, I hope that it wasn't the only trip of my lifetime. Until we meet again, Cite mon Couer, I will console myself with endless listens of Edith and repeated viewings of 2 Days in Paris.
The full set of my (edited) photos can be found here.