I’ve been waiting my whole life to go to Paris. With the promise of many flavored macarons and endless museums of art, where else in the world would I want to be. I decided to wait until this spring break to finally visit the city I’ve heard so much about. I just knew it would be the place to be.
Upon first arrival, I was exhausted. Having to grab a 6am flight is never fun, especially following a tough day of exams. But I was happy to finally be in France. The weather was pretty dreary, staying like that up until the very last day of our trip. But nothing could dull my excitement for that upcoming 10 days.
Visiting places I’ve only ever heard about yet dreamed about countless times was breathtaking. Seeing the Louvre up close, sitting underneath the shade of the Eiffel Tower, these are the things magic is made of.
The food was pretty fantastic too. I tried snails for the first time and wasn’t completely grossed out, actually enjoying the pesto sauce they were laced with. The macarons and croissants were to die for. I had to get some every single day. Don’t even get me started on the baguettes. The one thing I wanted to do was just grab a baguette and eat it. Boy did I eat a lot of bread.
Nothing could stop my eyes from roaming the cityscape and soaking up every ounce of the beauty. On the final day, sitting along the banks of the Seine, soaking up some sun while listening to the new Ed Sheeran album was what I like to call a perfect day. Topping that off with a fondue dinner was just the icing on the cake.
Visiting Shakespeare and Company, not once but twice, threatened to bring tears to my eyes at the site of an English major’s heaven. Standing upon Paris Point Zero, which I had read in a novel so many moons ago felt like a completion of that trip. Paris has stolen a piece of my heart and I cannot wait to return one day.
