72 Hours in Paris
Hi. Hello. Remember me? Firstly, please bear with me while I get my bearings on how to write something other than an essay again: it has been a hot while. Secondly, welcome back to this failed attempt of a blog. It seems that these days I’ve got commitment issues, just like half of the male species. I have attempted to write this post in the months of March and April and we are now in May. On a serious note where has 2019 gone?
Paris is a city I have dreamed of going. The aesthetic. The Eiffel Tower. And of course, it being the ‘city of love’. After planning to go a few years back; many, many, conversations later: it was a done deal and I was going to be finally visiting the city of
What can I say? This trip was messier than
Do not get me wrong, I do not think many things went according to plan on this trip: now I am not sure if losing the cat before having to leave for the Eurostar, was really a warning sign. But our train getting cancelled getting into London, inhaling tear gas due to the riots: ensuring our plans were all up in the air OR the Eurostar severe delays; really were the warning sign this trip was not meant to be plain sailing. On an extra positive note, your girl finally experienced Disneyland and now feels the need to do it all over again so I can meet Stitch.
Until next time, enjoy these beautiful photographs from Paris.