So the posts are FINALLY here after I’ve been banging on about them for so bloody long (sorry about that, I got very excited about my holiday), so here we go!
Waking up at 5am is horrible on any occasion, but what makes it a lil bit better is knowing you’re not actually going to work, you’re going to Paris instead. Kinda helps. What it doesn’t help, however, is how cold it is getting out the shower at a ridiculous hour in the morning.
After quickly getting dressed in my trusty New Look jeans, paired with a purple Primark shirt and Dune sneakers, dressed up with my Ann Summers Ayra Bra and Accessorise hat, we take a brisk walk to the station, we’re on the train to London. And because a moving train is TOTALLY the best place to do my makeup, I crack on. I’ve packed lightly with the makeup because I have every intention of leaving Paris with more makeup than I arrived with.
At the still painfully early time of about 7:3o, we roll into Waterloo and soon enough we’re at St.Pancras after a quick stint on the Tube with a massive backpack. They’re quite hard to sit down with apparently. So now what’s on my mind is food and where better to head but Prime Burger for breakfast. As Joe tucks into a bacon roll, I have me a baby fry up before heading to the check in area to find it says “final call” for our train. Oops, run. Luckily, thanks to our EU passports, we make it with five minutes to spare. Let’s just hope once Brexit happens we’re never late for our train, otherwise we would be right at the back of a very long queue. Both literally and figuratively. But, I digress.
So here starts the very long train journey. So what’s the best thing to do to kill 2.5 hours? Fall asleep on Joe. Which I’m sure he loved. I made it about 30 minutes into the journey before crashing out and woke up when we were in France. Fab, only 45 minutes left.
Once we roll into Gare du Nord, we jump straight on the Metro and Joe finally realises how kinda gross the Tube is in comparison. And apparently our hotel is a bit out the way because there is absolutely no quick and easy way to get to it. After one change and about 15 stops, we arrive in Periere for a lovely walk to our hotel. God there’s been a lot of trains and walking this-morning. We eventually arrive at our little hotel, Hotel Gaston (fitting, because I am SO ready to see Beauty and The Beast), however, since it’s too early to check in and have a peek at our room, we dump our REALLY HEAVY (well, mine is anyway) backpacks and head out for lunch.
Now I know exactly where we’re going for lunch and I’m ready for it. I’ve been a couple of times before and both times it was SO GOOD, so off we go to Creperie Pen-ty. Plus, it’s bang in the middle of Montmartre, so we can immediately start our tourism off. How exciting. The creperie is pretty busy and also VERY TIGHT, but they manage to squeeze us in, while I accidentally beat everyone up with my handbag trying to get to the back of the restaurant. I’ve known what I’m having for like the last week and I teach Joe the ways of a two course galette and crepe meal. With a teacup of cider, obviously. We go for a ham, Emmental and egg galette (oh god it’s so good) followed by a Nutella crepe (because what else?) and crack on with our day. First stop is the Moulin Rouge since it’s quite literally on the doorstep, where I can take some totally Instagram worthy polaroids and Joe can take some totally bloggable photos of me taking some totally Instagram worthy polaroids. It all works out.
We go on a lovely long walk around Montmartre through all the tiny back alleys and they’re all just SO PRETTY. We come out at the top of the Sacre-Coeur and the views are even prettier. But we have just done SO MUCH walking that we’re forced to sit down on the stairs for a bit because we’re dying. We decide now would be a pretty good time to head back to the hotel because my poor feeeeet.
Our hotel is small, like most Parisian hotels, but it’s so artsy I love it. Each of the six floors has a theme designed by a French artist and it’s so COOL. Plus we’re given a little plate of macarons which THANKFULLY, Joe doesn’t like. Get in. After a quick lil stop off and a change of handbag because I think my arms are about to fall off, we head back to that magical place called Sephora. I was ready. So ready. It was all decorated outside with Kat Von D stuff and it’s punkiness resonated in my soul. In we go.
So you know department stores are always a lil bit terrifying because you just know someone’s gonna jump out at you and ask if you need help or something. Turns out it’s worse in French. Judging from the scared look on my face, they eventually gave up and left me alone to my spending. And I did exact that. Over half of my travel money in one sitting. There is definitely gonna be a haul so keep your eyes peeled.
We got out just as the sun started to set, so we headed back to the hotel to get changed for dinner, when Joe layed down on the bed. “Just sit down for five minutes” he said. Next thing, we’ve woken up at 12:45am. Oops, no dinner for us then.