I love Paris. The fashionable Parisians, the food, the language, the art--even the bus loads of DSLR-clad tourists. Best of all, I love the rich history.
Architectural details of the Notre Dame Cathedral.
It was Spring 2013 and I decided to jet off for the first time to Europe for a week. Armed with my Air Transat ticket and teeny tiny carryon luggage (did I mention I was a master of packing?), I headed off to the City of Light to cross another item off my travel bucket list.
A shot of the Louvre within my last 12 hours in Paris.
After being crammed for 7 hours into a sardine can of a Boeing 737, I finally arrived in Paris. I checked into my hotel, the lovely Les Jardins de la Villa located in the 8th arr., roughly a 13 minute walk from the Arc de Triomphe. It was a charming boutique hotel with a foyer that smelled like fresh flowers. I threw my luggage into the corner and took a well-deserved nap.
The next 4 days were an absolute blur, thanks to my determination to see as much as possible in a limited amount of time. I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, explored Le Marais, tripped on the cobblestone streets and drank cafe au lait avec lait ecrime. I even met with an expat Canadian photographer who reviewed my portfolio and gave me insightful tips on the industry, from a Parisian perspective.
A little bit of Canada in Paris--The Great Canadian Pub!
I saw what drew Hemingway and so many others to the city of light. The city itself is an inspirational sight with a lively culture. The Parisians are more friendly than the general public sets them out to be and very helpful when it came to directions.