I like to think that I'm not hung up on age but to say it would be a lie. Turning 30 was a big deal and I couldn't fool anybody, it bothered me. I decided something extraordinary must be done to mark this historic day. Edward, my husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 12 years and best friend of 15 years flew me to the city of love.
I have not been to a Buddhist retreat in Nepal, or climbed to the summit of Kilimanjaro or even backpacked through central asia, however, I still would like to think that I'm well travelled. I had my doubts about this destination, thinking the streets would be a sea of tourists lining up to see the next world famous attraction, cameras around their neck grabbing snapshots of every accordion player and street cafe in site. As I walked the streets with my own camera around my neck I realized there is a reason this place is so popular; for seven days Paris was everything the books and movies said it would be; romantic, alive, artsy and very very delicious. With upwards of 45 million tourists a year, there are endless blogs, stories, and photos of travelers' experiences in Paris. Regardless, I'm convinced that each story is unique, creating countless histories of this truly incredible city. This is my story, my photos, my 7 days in Paris.
PART ONE: OUR FIRST DAY IN PARIS
September 9th 2009. 11:15 AM. Arrive Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport
An overnight flight from Toronto via Montreal on Air Transat landed us in Paris France two days before "the big day". On our descent, I caught a brief glimpse of the Eiffel tower which was all I needed for the butterflies to begin flying in my stomach. It had been two and half years since my last adventure to Haiti so I was way overdue for another trip. The excitement was definitely masking any jet lag for the time being.
We landed and made our way downtown on the train via the RER's B line, transfered at Chatelet Les Halles to the Metro, and got off at the Hotel de Ville station. Easy to navigate and efficient, the metro was a great way to travel since we only had a couple of bags each.
Out on the street, our apartment was only a short walk away from the Metro which took us along the river Seine and into Paris' oldest neighborhoods. We went all-out on this trip and rented a studio apartment in an 18th century building on beautiful Ile Saint-Louis. Located in the heart of the city, the apartment was only meters from the Seine and Notre Dame; absolutely one of the most incredible locations we have ever stayed and everything we'd hoped it would be; a truly Parisian experience. A large heavy door and the echo in the hallway greeted us as we walked up the stone staircase to the second floor apartment. High ceilings with old wooden beams and floor-to-ceiling windows with heavy velvet draping framed a cremerie and a boulangerie outside on the cobblestone street. Perfect.
With jet lag setting in we quickly left the apartment so that sleep couldn't claim our first day. For the next few hours we wandered the streets, snapping photos of everything from people to pigeons to door knobs. Historically, Ile Saint-Louis was the beginning of Paris itself. Today, it remains largely unchanged since the 17th century with spectacular architecture, quaint clothing and food shops, mansions, apartments, art galleries and book stores, and of course the ever-present cafes. This island is the Paris that people dream about.
Back in our apartment, windows wide open, we sat and enjoyed our first bottle of wine watching the street below. Finally allowing the jet lag to take over, we drifted to sleep to sounds of the city coming alive at night.
Arriving at our apartment, our home for the next 7 days.
The Seine and view of Notre Dame, around the corner from our apartment.
Wandering the streets of Ile Saint Louis
01.31.2010 
