Sorry for the silence on my end — went to Paris for our 7th anniversary — ate, shopped, slept, walked, parlez francais-ed, and came back to NYC. All in the span of 3 days. Holy jet-lag-where-am-I-what-language-should-I-speak. So much fun!
In Paris, even their cars are more elegant and chic.
Corny but oh so true. The City of Light.
Stretch. No kids — so hands are free.
Day out on the town with the Natori Seniors, who we overlapped with on half our stay. We had the best time shopping, looking, wandering, and eating with them (thank you, Mom and Dad!)
Just an ordinary street on a random corner, and yet, it is beyond beautiful and magical. Hashtag Paris.
A little green window
Croque Monsieur anyone?
How much espresso is TOO much? #fiveaday
A lot of caffeine was consumed on the trip. Travel + sun + cafe + Parisians + no kids = WIRED. #betterthandrunk
Perrier and Tennis (well, Tennis was over, but still I was able to drink Perrier and feel like I was at the French Open).
Arc de Triomphe (taken from inside a car). In all its beauty and glory.
Place de la Vendome with its newest statues.
Bridge of locks to capture our love. Lock it in and seal the deal.
Writing our initials (the lock only cost 3 Euros — he could have sold it to us for 10 and I would have done it. #SUCKERS).
Hope it wasn’t a magic marker and will stay on FOREVER.
Ola, Frank, KCN and AYN
Good arm, Kenny! Throwing the keys to our love lock into the Seine.
Purple flowers on elegant windows. Vive la France.
Sur le Pond….
Best. Afternoon. Ever.
I am clumsy, but thankfully, did not fall into the Seine
The view out of the Natori seniors’ apartment.
My breakfast nook. Hashtag NBD.
Ahhh, yes….we did go to Air France to see if they sold mini toy airplanes for our (King Cruz) son. #guiltyparents
Sacre Coeur. Geez, it’s beyond beautiful.
That is, until you see its image, which is the view of Paris.
Montmartre. Hands down my favorite area in Paris. Or the entire world, for that matter.
Night out on the town. Just Ken and Miss Red Lips.
Guess which one is American and who is French? #OBVI. This is my French sister Elsa, from an exchange program growing up. We spent ALL our summers together for years. Amazing to catch up.
L’amour (n)’est (pas) mort: Love is not dead
Musicians playing in the street
Eiffel Tower view
So there you have it, Pareeh. How I love thee. I have so much to say on Paris — stay tuned next week for my guide to Paris. Until then, enjoy Paris Food — coming to you on Friday. Hope you have a great week — and are less out of it than I am.