We arrived early morning, and after a good power nap at our hotel, we set out to wander the streets. Everything was in bloom, and it was sunny and warm!
So many of the sights are familiar, but it's still striking to see them in person.
And even though we see images of the Eiffel Tower everywhere, it's impossible to not be in awe when standing beneath it. We picnicked on the lawn nearby (with tons of Parisians, as they all had a long holiday weekend), then immediately passed out for a power nap in the sun! Nothing says romance like drooling on your sleeve.
Mr. Sugarplum loves museums, so I played nice and went along. (I have been known to nap on a museum lawn while he checks out the art!) The lines at the Louvre were out of control
Oops, that's me, pretending to rest for a second...but clearly moments away from my face hitting the floor. Jet lag + museums???
I was momentarily interested in the Picassos and Pollacks, but then gave up trying to be discreet.
Moving on...you can't talk about Paris without talking about the food!
We hardly passed a creperie without stopping, and it seemed we needed a cafe and treat every other hour. You know, to keep our energy up. Thank goodness I brought jeggings, because my regular jeans no longer buttoned after Day 4!
The Seine is such a magical part of the city, so we took an evening boat ride on a Bateaux Mouches.
It's amazing to see the city full of light, and from the perspective of the water.
We were captivated, once again, by this whirlwind city! There really is no place like it.
We squeezed a lot in to our 48 hours in Paris. It was sad to say, 'Au revoir' to the big city, but it was nice to get out of the hustle and bustle for the quaint town of Brugges. That report is up next! Hopefully.
* I'm completely aware that this post is totally self-indulgent and narcissistic. But where I take pictures of sights, Mr. Sugarplum takes pictures of me. And he's usually carrying the camera.