The nine hour coach ride was anything but glamourous but as soon as I stepped off the metro and started walking through the Marais, it was all worthwhile.
Jazz and Janice had planned a Parisian stopover on their way back to Canada after a tour of Morocco, so I’d booked this little holiday even before I’d landed in England.
I’ve been feeling a little bit homesick recently, not because I want to be somewhere else, but because it feels strange for me to live somewhere when I don’t have any strong connections. A dose of Jazz is exactly what I needed. It’s nice to be around someone who just gets you, as quirky and weird as you might be. There was so much giggling and I think we revelled in every morning of our short trip.
If you’ve only got three nights in Paris, I definitely think we did it right. It was the perfect combination of oogling artwork, touring monuments, leisurely wandering, noshing on delicious meals, and wine-fuelled dancing.
I’ll post a more thorough recap next week, but for now, here are all of the little things I’m feeling grateful for…
Jazz teaching me how to style my hair into a beehive; “Merci for being you”; that first crack of a creme brûlée; “art bomb!”; an underground cabaret in what can only be described as a grotto; the Monet Room at Musée de l’Orangerie; “Vous vivez seulement une fois!”; Jazz singing One Direction and Janice sticking to my side as I fearfully edged down the steps of the Arc de Triomphe; “hot wine!”; tap dance performances; the perfect pink and black striped 1950s dress; slow dancing in piano bars; Marie Laurencin’s paintings.
So tell me, what little delights lit up your life this week?