The City of Love

The first time I went to Paris, the city of love, was not on a romantic vacation with a partner, but instead I was there with two of my best girlfriends. We had decided to go on a vacation to celebrate finishing school and as part of the trip we ended up in Paris.

Simone had a friend she had met on an exchange a few years earlier and her family were generous enough to let us stay with them in their massive house. It was great for our holiday budget as everyone knows how expensive Paris is and a hostel is no comparison to the luxury that we experienced at Lucia and her family.

Every morning we would get dropped off at the station and make our way to whatever activity we had decided on for the day. The first day, obviously, we went to the Eifel Tower. We decided to walk up all of the stairs until the top floor as the queue for tickets with the elevator were very long and we did not want to waste our precious time. The trek up the stairs was pretty difficult but it was a great feeling once we got to the top and had a spectacular view of Paris.

Our next stop was an area called San Michel where we had coffee and lunch before going to see Notre Dame. Being the middle of winter you wouldn’t think that there would be a lot of people but Paris is one of those cities where peak tourist season never ends. We filed through Notre Dame in single file taking in the spectacular interior. Thereafter we headed to the Louvre to see the famous Mona Lisa.

The Louvre was packed to the brim with people and we had to file past the very small and not that great, Mona Lisa just to get a glimpse. Most impressive for me were the gigantic paintings in the main gallery, some as big as swimming pools. After some time in the Egyptian section too, it was getting dark and we headed back to Lucia’s.

We spent the next few days seeing all sorts of attractions including Musee d’Orsay, Sacre Coeur, the Champs-Elysees and of course the Palace of Versailles. Being a tourist in Paris with friends who speak French was definitely beneficial, I feel like we got to see what life in Paris is really like through they eyes of someone who lives there.

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