During my five week stay in Paris, almost half of it was exhausted on feeling sad for myself in the dark corners of my room. My iPhone was stolen on the steps right outside of Sacré-Cœur( Basilica of the Sacred Heart). My friends and I were in awe of a musician performing romantic acoustic songs and when he asked for suggestions, of course I quickly shouted out You’re Beautiful by James Blunt. Classic. Later on, I realized that my phone was missing from my pocket. This took quite a while to get over because I depended so heavily on my phone, it was actually kind of embarrassing. (My amazing mom sent me another iPhone and it was stuck in CDG customs for about two days before I could finally get it) On top of this, the course load for my classes were super unpleasant.
In the next few weeks, I realized that I was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, yet most of my time was spent in the room … working and sulking. What was wrong with me? I slapped myself in the face, and got my act together. Weirdly enough, when I started to enjoy what Paris had to offer, the weather started to clear up. This was a higher power’s way of telling me that all was forgiven for my foolishness haha. (That is what I told myself)
I started wandering the city alone, hopping on the metro, getting off at random stops and really get in touch with the parisian culture. I tried all of the crepes I could find. I raced through all of the churches and cathedrals I came across, including the Notre Dame Cathedral, Sainte- Chapelle, Saint-Séverin and Sacre Coeur Basilica. I made my way into a long list of museums ranging from the Louvre, Musee d’Orsay to Musee Rodin and Musee de l’Orangerie. I had dinners in the latin quarter, I fed the birdies in Luxembourg Garden, and strolled through Champs-Élysées numerous times to shop. Living in the heart of the city really does have its perks. I spent a religious amount of time under the Eiffel tower, reading, laughing or napping.
Thank you Paris for helping me find the light.
If happiness were to be a person, it would be named Bagelstein. Merci Bagelstein for my happy mornings. Musee d’Orsay
The Majestic Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile
This picture sums up my life^ #third
The Louvre & its surroundings
Pont Des Arts- This was the original love lock bridge before all the locks were moved due to weight complications.Notre Dame de Paris/Cathedral
Walk to the Pont Alexandre III
Merci d’avoir lu mon message et surveillez bien mes prochains billets.
Au revoir, J xx.