Note: I am waiting to post about our European Convention until I get the photos back from our photographer, which I think (hope) will be tomorrow. So check back to read about that fabulous experience . . .
Our European Convention (held just outside of Paris) wrapped up this weekend, and Sara and I had one extra day to spend in the city. We’d gone into Paris with a few other employees for a few hours the night we arrived, so we’d had an opportunity to get our bearings, see the Eiffel Tower, and enjoy a genuine French crepe. As we headed back into the city (armed with a guide book that Shiloh had lent to us), we had a tentative plan to see as many sights as possible, and we also knew that we weren’t leaving Paris until we’d had another crepe! (We obviously had our priorities straight. . . )
Taking the train into the city was a little unnerving. I’m used to driving, so subways and metros and trains are unfamiliar; I was certainly glad we’d already had the earlier experience with the group. On the train, we met an English-speaking couple (along with their five-year-old daughter) who was on their second or third day of sightseeing. We adjusted our plan a bit based on their experiences, and with their insight and the things we found in the guide book, we were set!
It goes without saying that we could have spent days in Paris, but we managed to do quite a bit in the one day we had—and what a great day it was!
We took a two-hour tour of the Louvre, visited Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe, and strolled along the Champs Elysees.
We ate at a charming little French restaurant (Angelina’s) and loved watching the people. The weather was perfect, brisk enough that we wore our jackets all day but never too cold and no rain, and the people were out in droves. Our feet were definitely tired at the end of the day, but every step had been well worth it.
With one exception. We hadn’t found our crepes yet. We had stopped at several crepe shops, and watched fresh crepes being made, but none looked as temptingly delicious as the crepes we’d had on our first night when we’d seen the Eiffel Tower. So there was only one thing to do—we headed back to the Eiffel Tower and ended the day perfectly. . . savoring a warm crepe with the Eiffel Tower as our backdrop.
Sara was a wonderful sightseeing companion, and I am thankful for the opportunity to create some Paris memories with her—it truly was a day that I will always treasure!