In the Land of Croissants and François
You know where!
Bring on the macarons, baguettes, paris-brests, and grouchy frenchies! Loving life in Gay Paree! I hadn’t been to Paris in 15 years… and it was even better than I remember:)
My flight into Paris was great, and I was greeted at the airport by this family who was giving out delicious milk tea and date/brazil nut treats. I have no idea why they were doing it b/c they didn’t speak english, but I think it was just a goodwill gesture. Delish!
Everything in Paris was wonderful, even though I only had a day and a half there. On the first day, I walked a half-marathon (13.12 miles)😳 – I wanted to see everything, all at once! The people were nice to me, surprisingly. I guess in the 15 years I’ve been gone, Parisians matured a bit and possibly consider some Americans not-so-horrible now (the ridiculous freedom fries campaign did the trick?). Although, according to my Uber driver, all is not completely well. He told me that he was going to move to Algeria because “French people are all sad”. How sad do the people around you have to be, for you to want to move to Algeria??
I had some goals in mind for my Paris whirlwind: 1.) eat the best macarons 2.) eat the best paris-brest 3.) explore Montmartre 4.) eat at this falafel place that I read about (looking back, it does seem there was a theme). All accomplished! Par exemple:
And other parts:
After my short stint in Paris, I was to get on a train to the Normandy region, to visit the WWII memorials and stay in a town called Bayeux. French countryside beauty😊
Next up: Normandy