Bonjour! Paris was my last stop in Europe, and I’m stoked that this is the last post I get to share with you. My love for this city is unlike any other, even New York. I know! I never thought I’d be able to say that either.

I spent three days in the City of Love, a place I’d been dreaming of visiting since middle school. A lot of my friends had already gone and come back to tell me that it was “overrated” and that Paris was their least favorite city in Europe. But for me? It was everything I had dreamt of and more.

I will admit. Paris is a little rough around the edges, but what is a bit of dirt and litter when you’re in the City of Lights? One thing I’ve learned from traveling Europe this summer is that you’ve got to look past the small imperfections and find beauty in everything, in every where.

There’s beauty in the grandeur of the Eiffel Tower even with the crowds of people. In the breathtaking views at the Arc De Triomphe and the Sacre-Coeur even after walking up hills and stairs to get there. In the luxury of the Palace of Versailles even after waiting in line for two hours and walking eight miles around the gardens. In the croissants and their buttery, flaky crusts (comment if you caught that reference) even with the ungodly amount of calories. In the depth of flavor in each macaron at Pierre Herme even though chocolate and passionfruit was probably not the best combo for a flavor.

If you can’t tell, I loved the food in Paris. The sweets, the best french onion soup I’ve ever had and even the escargot. My favorite dinner was my last night at Laduree on Champs-Elysees. This Laduree, more popularly known as a macaron shop, had a first floor for the cafe and a quiet upper level for dining. I had the Normandy Plaice, something I had to Google to find out it was fish, with spring vegetables and black rice all topped with a chardonnay sauce. Complimented with a glass of wine, a macaron dessert and amazing service, this dinner was perfection.

Another favorite of mine was a store called Merci, also with a little restaurant inside. The store carries everything from clothes to stationary to home goods. Looking around, I couldn’t help but pick out some dainty bracelets for a couple of my close friends to say “Merci” for being my friends.

Three days in Paris was not enough, but like my feelings towards New York, I don’t think any amount of time is ever enough to fully be satisfied. I know I probably sound like I’m painting an unrealistic picture of the place, but I promise I’m not. Paris is magical. This was my first time in Paris, but it sure as hell won’t be my last.

Thanks for doing life with moi!

PS. Yesterday, my 22nd birthday, was my blog’s first birthday! It’s been one year! I’m so thankful for all of you who have been keeping up with my blog and reading my posts, and thank you for all the kind words and support in the past year! ❤


2 thoughts on “#JoieSaysBonjour

  1. DGGYST says:

    Amazing, amazing, pictures! So, have you heard of “Paris syndrome”? It’s when travellers go into legitimate shock and start hallucinating because Paris didn’t live up to their expectations!

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