Paris withdrawal, day 2: Symptoms are manifesting in expected and unexpected ways. Currently drinking white wine, eating Camembert cheese, and watching episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 1. I suspect this has something to do with the Captain.
This was my first trip to the City of Light. I had tempered expectations of Paris, based on the advice of many friends and coworkers: “Parisians are awful to anyone who doesn’t speak perfect French.” “The Eiffel Tower is nothing special.” “It’s over-crowded and too expensive.”
After seven days in Paris with one of the kindest
Parisians people I am lucky enough to know, my expectations have been vastly exceeded, and Paris has lodged itself in my heart along with so many other beloved cities and people.
I spent my week eating heaps of red meat, steadily sipping wine, snacking on macarons and croissants, and fulfilling just about every stereotype of a tourist in France. My memory card is carrying five-hundred photos and my suitcase smells of cheese and Guerlain perfume.
For now, I will share a few highlights. More detailed descriptions coming soon. À bientôt!