Rise and shine. It’s 8am and we’ve had just over 12 hours sleep and maybe, just maybe it’s time to get up. We have breakfast in our hotel so we head downstairs for ALL the pastry we can actually fit in our faces. Croissants, pain au chocolat, pancakes (not crepes) and some weird kind of vanilla loaf cake thing and I’m carbed out to the max. Or at least for now, anyway.
Today, as our only full day of our holiday, we’ve got a lot to pack in, so my wonderful boyfriend had the best idea going. Jumping on the batobus boat tour to see EVERYTHING. The nearest stop to our hotel was the Champs-Elysées, so we take a leisurely stroll down (avoiding Sephora because my travel card is still sore), past the Grand Palais and down to the riverbank for a quick photo op and a chill by the river, waiting to jump on our boat-bus-thing.
Our first stop is the Eiffel Tower. On a beautifully sunny day, it seems like the best kind of day to eat our way around Paris. Having finished our breakfast only about two hours ago, we cross the bridge towards Palais de Chaillot and head towards one of the food stalls for a baguette. Totally authentic French food. Totally. We take a walk, twisting and turning around the men with their identical Eiffel Tower figures all on blankets about a metre away from eachother. They occasionally start running around, which makes it a bit of a challenge not to get one in a photo. But needs must.
We take our shots and head back down towards the batobus stop, also stopping for churros. Which are Chi Chi in French. This may or may not have made me laugh. But, in the time we spend at the Chi Chi stand, we totally missed the boat. Not a problem, because that means more scenic sitting and eating time. Eventually our boat arrives and we hop on. This one takes a lil while as we’re heading over to the Notre Dame and the islands. I may also have an alternative agenda. It may involve ice cream. That’s right, after a quick wander around around the cathedral, we wander over to Berthillon. I have wanted to go to this ice cream place for roughly THREE YEARS. And here I am. And because Joe is just so chill about just about everything, he doesn’t even moan about the queue. Probably because I’m about to buy him ice cream, but oh well. We get in and god DAMN they do a good raspberry sorbet. Joe gets a salted caramel ice cream and for like the FIRST TIME EVER, I’ve ordered better food than him. LOVE IT.
We walk around with our ice creams and take in our sunny day. Relaxed. No rushing, no rain, nothing. Only good. A perfect day. It gets to about 4pm, and since we’re quite out the way, we make an attempt to get home. Well. A few attempts to get home – damn cancelled RER trains. EVENTUALLY we make it back and I’m just SUPER excited to get this stupid heavy bag off of my shoulders. No arms. I have no arms. After a quick lay down (WITHOUT FALLING ASLEEP) we get ready for dinner and head out to a lil Italian we spotted earlier in the day. This restaurant totally has a dog. What a great day. But. This restaurant is not only in France. The owners are also VERY Italian. Those are two languages and neither of those are English. They do not speak one WORD of English. Ordering food in French is a challenge enough. Ordering Italian in French is harder. Much, much harder. But, because of this, they just brought us things and hoped we’d eat them. And eat them we did. Unlimited spicy olives, crusty bread, garlic bread and THEN our mains. What a blast.
Except I get full very quickly. I managed about four of my giant ricotta and spinach raviolis before I was DEFEATED. And of course, the owners gave me funny looks, so I had to sign dramatically that I was full up. I think he bought it…
We trot back our hotel and cuddle up. We’re going home in the morning but it’s nice to sit and relax and take it in. Just us. No work, no people, no car related stuff (ughhh). Every weekend away gives me wanderlust and I’m already looking for the next one..