Hello lovelies! As anyone who follows my Instagram is aware, I spent my 22nd birthday feeling fabulous in Paris. It was everything that they said it would be and I thought I would document how I feel about Paris since it is the first time I have really travelled somewhere new in a long while…
London is a trap. It’s busy and chaotic and the sense of pride of living here grows through your bones even though you told yourself it wouldn’t. It entices you from hundreds of miles away, calling out your name to tell you the grass is greener (less of it but definitely greener). It tells you it will give you everything you want if you make the jump and, well, I did and it followed through on it’s promise. Like a person prays to a God, I pray to London and it delivers. But it’s so busy keeping me busy that it rarely lets me go.
I treated myself to a trip to Paris. I wanted to walk the streets like a Parisian, effortlessly fitting in with my monochrome wardrobe and casual ease of direction. Paris is quieter. Paris is London but quieter and cleaner. I spent less time manoeuvring crowds since the streets were so empty and more time looking up.
The houses were white and cream, their black wrought iron balconies bursting with flowers. The people were well put together, with their understated fashion and their commitment to drinks with friends in bars filled with smoke, music and laughter. The food consisted of infinite sweets and, though I tried to explain that cake was not a food group, I was showered with pastries, macarons and chocolate until I was desperate for some vegetables!
The hotel was swanky, the staff helpful and kind, gracing me with champagne and macarons on my pretty balcony for my birthday and leaving notes of well wishes around the rooms every time I had been elsewhere for the day.
We wondered at sights such as the Eiffel Tower, we took a boat along the river, we watched the city of lights and ambled through museums, doing everything you’re supposed to do when you’re in the city of love. Everywhere was beautiful and Paris, far from feeling like a holiday, strangely felt like home.
My birthday, the 22nd of March, we wandered around the museums. We saw the Musee D’Orsay and adored the interior and the sculptures and the prettiest of pictures – like Monet! We crossed the river to the Louvre- but not before stopping for food! It was a day of admiring art, really, until we headed back to the hotel…
has become somewhat of a date for terrorism. Unfortunately, though it tried it’s best, Paris could not mend my broken heart on the evening of my birthday when terrorism struck London. Westminster Bridge, not just our new bus stop to home and the place I fainted on New Year’s and the place we had our first kiss and the place full of happy memories, is an unavoidable tourist spot and at the heart of what London has to offer. The tragedy there got me right in the gut and I ended up spending my birthday night full of anger and sadness in the hotel bed.
Strangely, France, who can’t seem to catch a break from terror, were also intertwined with the incident and, though it’s crappy to be away from your home when something terrible happens to it, it was good to be in a country that got it and there was so much support for Londres in Paris. The Eiffel Tower lights were switched off to show respect.
Our last day was full of life and not taking anything too seriously. Let’s all just admit that the Mona Lisa is a bit shit and the paintings that surround it are much more worthy of your gaze. We admitted that we were hungry for real food and went in search of it and we, sadly, had to pack our bags, say goodbye to our lovely hotel room and go back to reality.
Go to Paris. It’s not too expensive to fly so stay in a 5 star hotel and be treated like a Princess. Eat so many sweet things that your teeth hurt. Laugh so hard that your stomach cramps. Explore so much that your feet swell. Love it so hard that your heart breaks when you leave it. It’s a magical, beautiful city that feels like home to anyone and I can’t wait to return and pick up where I left off.