Just to help you all with your musical education, to give you the feeling of Gil Pender strolling through the Parisian streets in the rain, Sabrina sitting in a cafe writing her father, or even Ted Moseby listening to the Mother sing this on the ukulele the night before Barney and Robin's wedding, this song is what characterized my next trip.
"They play it for the tourists. I'm always surprised at how it moves me. Its about seeing life through rose colored glasses. Only in Paris where the light is pink can that song make sense. But I'll have it in my pocket when I go." -Sabrina Fairchild "Sabrina"
I didn't understand a lot of things about Paris. I had idealized this city in my brain and only eagerly seen movies, read too many books, and gobbled up magazine articles. Paris is... Paris. Theres been novels, songs movies and songs written about this city, nothing I say will be able to even come close to describing this amazing city.
My first two days (Wednesday and Thursday) I spent at Parc d'Expositions at Premiere Vision. COOLEST THING EVER!!!!!! It seemed like miles on miles of fabric and accessories. I was in my own version of fabric heaven. I learned so much, I can barely begin to write it all down, and I was able to avoid the rain. Moral of the story, I have found my calling in life.
The next three days was where the touristy fun began. Friday I woke up late, due to my late night out at O'Sullivan's. (Everyone who's asked me about Paris has heard about my affinity for this bar. I highly recommend it!) Then, I decided I just wanted to walk around Montmartre get familiar with the neighborhood I had fallen in love with from afar. I stumbled into a quaint and delicious restaurant right beside the Montmartre Cemetery. I ate a fantastic lunch and then walked through the cemetery only to find myself right at the Moulin Rouge when I walked out. After throughly exploring the area surrounding the Moulin Rouge, taking pictures and such, I walked through Pigalle--aka neon signs flashing "Sex Shop" every 5 feet. And then once you think there can be no more shops, you stumble upon the Sacre Coeur. On its hill, overlooking this beautiful city, I was in love. It's a conundrum, this beautiful church amidst the sex shops. Though, given the way Jesus made friends, it's not that surprising. He did prefer the tax collectors and prostitutes.
You walk through the cobblestoned alley way to the base of the hill, wade your way through the guys selling bracelets (they are NOT free don't fall for it) bags, sunglasses and the likes. Once you make it to the stairs, its a climb. You could take the funicular but wheres the fun in that? And once you get to the top, the sweeping view of the city is well worth the 5 minutes you spent climbing the stairs. After entering this amazing church, don't try to take pictures. I thought I could sneak it, even though the signs clearly say NO PHOTOGRAPHY. I couldn't, one of the guards came over and made me delete the picture off my phone. #rude I spent so much time in there and it was fantastic. Mass was in process as I entered and it was so cool to witness. I sat for a while, post picture chastisement, and was in awe of the beauty of this place. After sufficiently spending like an hour in the church, I figured it was time to head back down the hill. I was tired and figured a nap would be a good idea. So I moseyed my way back to the hostel, and fell asleep. When I woke up, Nathalie and Aurelie had arrived in the room beside me so I got ready and we went to the Eiffel Tower to pop champagne! We got there right as the lights went on, and it was such fun! After deciding not to go out, we went back to the hostel to sleep.
Saturday truly was the ultimate tourist day for me, stay tuned readers for my four mile walk along the Seine and visit to the Louvre.