I went a bit mad last week. On the Monday I booked a trip to Paris and on Friday lunchtime I had arrived in the capital of France. I realised that week that I have lost my spontinaity, the ability to abandon thoughts of what a weekend may hold and throw things in a bag and go and explore. I miss the old me.
But there was a great reason to visit Paris and I am so pleased that I went. Having friends over from Australia for a holiday has seen me wanting to spend as much time with them and their two adorable children. They hired an apartment in the 17th in Paris and I booked a hotel in the adjacent street -close enough, but not too close!
And I managed to do quite a bit on this jaunt – Arc de Triomphe, Sacre Couer (in the evening for the view of Paris), Eiffel Tower – arrive before it opens to avoid queuing for too long, bistro lunch, boat trip along the Seine, Notre Damme, Eiffel Tower at night for the light show, flea markets and the Luxembourg Gardens. I could have done more but this was the perfect weekend for seeing things but relaxing a little too, and spending time as ‘Aunty Pru’ makes me very, very, happy!
This was my first time visiting Paris and I am still wondering why I hadn’t been before. It takes just over two hours from London. I will have to return, soon!