8 Hours in Paris

Hi friends, and welcome to a blog post that is less “grad girl” and more “getaway girl”. For the next week or so, a few of my family members and I are on a trip.
The first layover was in Paris. After a spicy three hours of sleep, we arrived at 1 am LA time. It was morning in France. We couldn’t leave the city without exploring it.
So, we spent the next few hours strolling around the city. We got a taxi to take us straight to the Eiffel tower.

It was breathtaking to see the very thing that is so often depicted on t shirts, on Ross wall prints, and even on computer screensavers, in real life. I kind of gasped when I saw it.
It almost looks fake in the photos. I also had to find a restroom halfway through our exploration and found some random school building. There are no bathrooms near the Eiffel tower!
I came to a few realizations: 1) layers are crucial, 2) no one speaks English, and 3) everything is beautiful.
Also, 4) my style isn’t Parisian. People seem to wear a combination of athleisure and business casual. Clothing like this:

But I can admire something from a distance!
After that, we stopped at a French restaurant. Some guidelines for choosing a restaurant: go where the locals are, and go where it’s crowded. We loved the food, although it was a bit of a shock to see snails on the menu.

I ordered a salmon that I split with my mom, and some vegetable soup. Also, a CREPE for dessert!!

The exhaustion finally caught up with us, and my mom and I both fell asleep in our taxi. We came to the airport three hours early. Everyone else pretty much fell asleep immediately, but my grandma and I decided to explore the airport. I am now wearing Victoria’s Secret perfume, a result of sniffing nearly everything at the counter and using many samples.

Last update: after we bought a water bottle, the store owner threw in a handful of chocolate covered marshmallow candies for free.

We were sitting next to two french children and asked their mom if we could share the chocolate with them. She said yes, of course. Let me tell you, there is nothing cuter than two little voices saying “merci” in unison.

And now we wait to board the plane to our next stop!

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