We arrived in Paris. This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life. It is the city of love and the city of lights. I have already fallen in love with the city.
As we were driving in, I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I was ecstatic. Even from far away, it was everything I imagined it to be.
Even our hotel was beautiful and the epitome of Parisian style. I thought I must have been dreaming.
I sat and took a look at the map in excitement of the day ahead of us.
We took the subway to downtown Paris.
The subway let us out right in front of the Paris opera house. As we walked up the stairs of the underground, we were faced with a breathtaking view.
The streets were full of history and luxury. Everything in Paris seemed to be symmetrical including the buildings and even the trees.
While here we took in our view of the Eiffel tower while cooling under the shade of one of the perfectly trimmed trees.
We then took a walk over our first love lock bridge in Paris.
From across the bridge, we got a wonderful view of the Lourve and Notre Dame across the water.
We then made a trek back across another love locked bridge back into the Tuileries Garden. I’ve decided that I am in love with love lock bridges.
Here we saw more sculptures and shrubbery that was almost sculptures in itself.
After strolling through the park, we found ourselves at the Lourve. It was much larger than I expected. This can be said about the city as a whole.
Walking under the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel was more than my eyes could take. I couldn’t event focus on the amount of detail on the arc.
I took the traditional photo in front of the Lourve Pyramid and shockingly succeeded in touching the tip in the first shot.
We went to the Latin Quarter to get dinner. It was nice to get out of the scorching hot sun for a short while. Except the booth I was sitting on was upholstered in velvet. We then walked over to Notre Dame.
A few of the girls and I decided to walk around inside. It was beautiful, especially the stained glass. We walked in complete silence, taking in our surroundings, pausing to cross ourselves with holy water.
We then walked around the Latin Quarter, in and out of shops, past restaurants. This part of Paris was alive with tourists at this point in the night.
After our free time, we met up in St. Micheal’s Square. The fountain of St. Micheal was simply divine, in both senses of the word.