Bonjour, Paris!

And bon to the jour to all of you. I am writing from my bed in Sevilla, enjoying the first free day I’ve had in the month since I’ve been here, and recovering from an exhausting but in-cre-a-ble trip to Paris.

I’ve decided that one of my favorite things about traveling to all of these beautiful places is how I’m reminded of all of you, my loved ones, in unexpected and comforting ways. I’ll see a building or hear a song or eat a bite of food and think about how much one of you would love it, and how much I’d love to share it with you. It makes me miss you more and less at the same time. Hopefully you’re all receiving my love and thoughts.

Paris is truly wonderful. The whole city looks as though it is straight out of the sketchbook of some cantankerous, stripe-wearing, chain-smoking frenchman with mad skills, who messily drew out a beautiful and whimsical masterpiece over cafe au lait and baguette (and then angrily crumpled it up and threw it across the room, muttering French obscenities and lighting another cigarette). At least, that’s what I’m picturing happened…

The food was unbelievably delicious and also very, very rich, although I offset any weight gain by walking about 15 miles every day. By far, my favorite part of the trip was walking along the Seine, completely alone, navigating my way from Notre Dame to the Louvre, with a crepe in hand, bundled up against the crisp Paris air, with a giant smile on my face because I could not believe where I was, and also because the crepe was really, really good. Plus, they spell my name with an accent over the “e” here, and I love that, too.

I can’t wait to share stories with all of you when we see each other, but for now, here are some pictures!

My first view of the Eiffel Tower from the Metro
Crème brûlée en flambé, and me being strange at the Louvre
Versailles
Incredible-looking pastries that I could not afford, but still enjoyed staring at.
The beautiful man, who I’ve named Pierre, who made my equally-as-beautiful banana nutella crepe (also pictured) that I enjoyed on my solo walk to the Louvre.
My girl Mona, lookin’ good, if not slightly blurry (my bad, selfies are embarrassing when you’re in front of the most famous painting in the world)
And the award for Strangest Desert goes to: Whatever the hell this thing is
The Orsay museum, which is a converted train station, and houses some really cool impressionist art, including a Van h exhibit!
A painting in Musee d’Orsay that I really liked.
All that remains of the love lock bridge — they removed 90 tons of locks because they were too heavy for the bridge to support, and also people thought they were ugly.
One of the streets in Montmatre, a beautiful little bohemian town in Paris