Writing my last post and reading about other bloggers‘ travels has sparked up my love for travel. 🙂 I decided to dig through my travel pictures and live vicariously through them and share them with y’all.
Last year, BF and I took two weeks of our precious vacation time (actually, it was more like 8 days with statutory holidays and overtime :)) to visit the beautiful city of love, Paris.
The romantic city was all that I could have hoped it would be, and more.
I kept telling BF that I thought Paris was the most romantic city in the world. The entire I said that I pictured music, sunsets, silhouette, and food-to-die-for. When I asked BF what he thought I meant by “romantic” he thought that I meant all the people making out. LOL!
I loved the cobblestoned streets and groomed lawns. I loved that coffee shop seating always faced the streets, so that I could sip my espresso and eat my salad nicoise while people watching.
I loved the food. I loved the fresh bread. I loved the toasty buttery croissants that I can’t find in Toronto. I love that ordering a cappuccino is more popular that ordering a coffee.
I loved that it was perfectly fine to drink wine for lunch. And dinner.
I loved that Parisians looked so effortlessly chic.
I didn’t even mind so much the many couples making out on benches, too much PDA, or the stench of urine under the bridges. It reminded me that Paris wasn’t perfect, which just made it even more perfect.
Anyway, enough rambling and reminiscing. I’m sure our photo’s will do the talking for me.