Weekend in Paris

I have spent many weekends in Paris that I lost count. In spite this, I still can never get used to it. I admit, without an internet connection and apps such as Google Maps or RATP (metro lines app), I'd still be lost. Paris, of course, has its charms. It is, indeed, beautiful. I just cannot see myself living here. I always have this urge to go back somewhere.

My companions for the day, Parisians Marga and Dom, asked me this question: so, do you like Paris? I was hesitant but upfront about my answer: no, I can go here for a visit but I can't live here. Chacun à son goût. Or maybe I have to actually try to live here to know for sure.

We had brunch at Breakfast in America. Not your typical French meal nor the typical French hour to have breakfast. Exactly. Marga and Dom have lived here for years and I, well, for almost a year, and your typical French meal on a typical French hour is, for us, typical. For our rare meet up, we decided to do what was atypical, getting an American brunch. Although when you're body's used to cereals and orange juice or coffee and bread, burger and fries in the morning/noon does seem to be odd.

A stop at Paris also means a stop at, you guessed it, Cha Time! Familiar faces with a familiar drink, let me top that with a sunny day on a park bench by the garden of Tuileries !Another purpose of my day trip to the capital was to take photos of Roam by the Eiffel Tower. Ah, the Eiffel. While it's true that in daylight, it's just a bunch of steel, it's still quite a view you can never get tired of. I promised Sheena I'd take some snaps by the most famous landmark. I didn't know when I was passing through Paris again and I knew if I didn't go there on purpose, I wouldn't know when I would be able to do it.

Along with Marga, I walked along the streets of Paris with my heels. And now I'm paying for it. Don't know why I even wore these pair of boots when I knew I had to do a lot of walking. Sometimes we just make bad decisions. This was one of them.

All good things come to an end and so mine ended at 17h50 when I took my train back home. It was a good day spent in the city of love but I am always thrilled to find myself back to my city of Rouen.