I know today’s Jan. 30th, but let’s go back to Christmas for a moment. I spent a fantastic Christmas in Paris with Zach, Lex, and Rob–that is, before I was detained. As in London, we did mostly tourist-y things. Number one on our list (well, not Lex’s) was going to the Louvre, which was awesome. Who cares if you can’t see the whole thing in one day? Go!
We hit up the Eiffel Tower, which is huge and awesome. We walked by it during the day and then went to the top later that night. The Tower is really neat at night because it has flashing lights all over it, but it is also a cold place to be at 10p on Christmas Eve.
You can’t see it in the (above) photo, but there was a big Christmas market surrounding the Eiffel Tower. All these white tent/booths were set up, and you could buy all sorts of things. We enjoyed some authentic crepes and hot wine at that place.
Christmas day started pretty slow. We thought the town would be closed, but it turned out to be pulsing with energy. We continually got lost in these narrow, windy (as in, following a curvy course) streets that were full of restaurants and shops and aggressive salespeople. We also hit a few classic sites: the Pantheon, Notre Dame, and the Arc de Triomphe.
Would I go back to France? Definitely. There are lots of stereotypes about French snobbery, but everyone we met was super nice. Plus, the food was to die for.