Last Friday morning, we landed in an overcast Paris and checked into our amazing apartment in Montmartre. I could talk forever about how beautiful and authentically “Parisian” the place was, complete with creaky herringbone floors, layers of detailed crown molding, three fireplaces, built in mirrors, old doorknobs. It was a dream come true and I could have stayed there for ever. But there was a city to see, so we headed right out to the Rodin Museum where we got engaged (!!), and then just wandered the city in the rain (and I quoted “Midnight in Paris” the entire time: “I don’t mind getting wet. Actually, Paris is most beautiful in the rain” which I think was only true because my coat was waterproof).
I didn’t edit the above photo even a smidge besides resizing it. To say I love my new lens would be a gross understatement.
We had a celebratory dinner in our neighborhood on a tiny, windy, steep street, at a restaurant that was part vintage shop called Le Petit Parisien. The menus had a list of all the old items, like newspapers and posters, they had for sale. It was the longest dinner of our lives, and I’m not saying that in a romantic way, like time stopped to celebrate our engagement dinner. I mean it literally. No one in Paris rushes you, so there is generally a good twenty minute wait between sitting down and getting your menus, and then another wait between getting your menus and ordering, and then a long wait after you finish your meal. When we asked for the check we were told “No, not tonight!” and were then given an extra bottle of champagne. When we asked again we were told “No, I don’t want!” and then given candy. They were so happy to have us that we weren’t allowed to leave until after 11pm.
The walk home included night shots of Sacré-Coeur and we were so full of delicious food and bubbly champagne that I don’t think we could have complained. We crawled home and up the 4 flights of stairs and finally went to sleep, after having been up for almost 24 hours.
This was day 1 in Paris.