I went for the coolest run this morning. I guess my runs get longer the more comfortable and at home I feel in a new city. On this particular run, I ran down the street to the Eiffel Tower, ran along the Seine River, over the Love Lock Bridge (where, sadly, there were 5 guys in neon bibs busy removing all the locks), passed the Louvre, through the Luileries Garden, passed the Roue de Paris ferris wheel, up the whole Champs Elysees, underneath the Arc De Triomph and sprinted the last 1km to the hotel.
I know that it seems daunting to take on the streets of some place new when you an barely find your way with a map and while walking. But, do yourself a favour the next time you pack for a trip – throw in those runners. A run is the best way to start your day, getting rid of the jetlag and to see your destination from another perspective.
Yesterday I walked through the whole Paris, not in my runners, but in some super cute ankle boots from Trenery and now I have blisters on my pinky toes. I am very impressed with these boots though, they were brand spanking new (which is a usually big mistake when walking for 8 hours), but they only started hurting the last hour and that was because I was speed walking like a little greek lady in her walk for life club. So, I thoroughly recommend THESE BOOTS.
I know I said that I would be exploring the Latin Quarter and Le Marais yesterday, but got so distracted on the way with cute cafe’s, shoes shops and street stalls that we never actually made it to these neighbourhoods! I can’t even say that we did anything “tourist” worthy at all. I just ate an incredible cheese and meat platter in a cafe on some street corner…
The other reason for getting so distracted on the way was the flares that I sewed onto my old jersey’s sleaves, making me feel super fancy.
I want to tell you more about today, but first – some shots:
(Wearing mom jeans and a suede coat from Zara and another one of my dad’s shirts that I fitted and cropped, but this time with added flowers that took me hours to embroider by hand)
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It’s a quick ride on the Metro to the Palace of Versailles and it was the best 7 Euro’s I could have spent.
The Palace of Versailles is obviously gorgeous, I mean it is a Castle with gold statues, but the palace itself is not the most beautiful part of the royal estate. It’s the garden. It’s breathtaking, with avenues of trees offering cool shade to many tired Japanese tourists, dams that reflect the sky as if it were a huge mirror and beautifully manicures lawns on which no-one has set a foot in like 400 years. An incredible place to spend one of the days in Paris.
Arriving back in the heart of Paris at sundown, I got to see the best part of the city. The Seine River becomes the meeting place of friends. families, lovers and dogs. By 7pm, the students and people that probably got off early from work start gathering on the river banks. By 8pm there are people sitting with their legs dangled from the edge as far as the eye can see. I didn’t see one person without six-pack beer or a bottle of wine…and cheese and bread. I am certain that having a picnic is a skill that Parisians have perfected over hundreds of years to the point that it is now imbedded in their genes.
And what a sight it is to see.
I wish I could also look as elegant eating a buttery baguette and drinking wine from the bottle, but I guess that is just one talent that I have yet to master.
Good night from the girl who wore a mom pants and a dad shirt with granny embroidery.
A B x