Ellen arrives in Paris…


Ellen arrived in Paris on saturday afternoon, and after a quick tour of the flat and a welcome pain au chocolat, we got onto the metro and headed over to Paris’s most famous department store – Galleries LaFayette. Then I took her to the Chanel exhibition at the Palais de Tokyo which she enjoyed and I enjoyed (again).


Sunday morning, we had a few hours of decent weather, so we went first to the Arc de Triumphe.  I think those steps were getting harder and harder to climb rather than easier as the year went on! Then we walked down along the Champs Elysées and saw my favourite Toutankhamon impersonator and had a photo with him. We walked through La Place de la Concorde and along my favourite bridge, Le Pont Alexandre III, through the Tuileries and to Angelina where we had white hot chocolate! Afterwards we went to Notre Dame and lit a candle for Ellen’s grandma. We had to take shelter in the church a while as it was raining to heavily! We had cheese fondue for dinner in the 5th arrondissement, and went home that evening feeling very full!


We went out early in hope of some better weather and went to the lock bridge – Le Pont des Arts and we put on a lock and threw the keys into the Seine. We had hoped to visit the Louvre, but since it was raining and also a bank holiday, everyone seemed to have the same idea so the queue was massive! We walked instead along the rue de rivoli, saw a little market along the way and went to the Pompidou, and saw some wacky modern art. Then walked through the Marais, browsed some vintage shops and got a macaron from Ladurée on the way home! After dinner, we went back out in the rain and got the metro to the Eiffel Tower so that Ellen could see it sparkling at night time. And despite the rain, it was magnificent.

On her final day, we got our patisserie and then went on a boat trip along the Seine. Afterwards we headed up to Montmartre to admire the view over Paris. And I went into the Sacré Coeur for the last time, and we sat and had a coffee overlooking the artists square, while a man sung to us with his guitar. That afternoon, Ellen had to leave, so I helped her with her bag to the station (which was full of my stuff) and said goodbye..


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