I see London. I see France.
While in Paris I fell in love. Not with anyone but with the city of love itself. Completely head over heels (and no that is not statement about my general clumsiness). I fell so fast and hard that once I returned home, I frightened my friends and family by saying that I wanted to move there and before them being so reluctant when it came to the idea of my moving to New York all of a sudden they say, " What about New York? I thought you wanted to move to New York!?"
And so two, severely jet lagged, silly American's were let loose on the city. And what is the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of Paris? Of course the Eiffel Tower, so we set off on foot from the 6th, our first few steps in the city were as graceful as you would except from Brenna Weeks, stepping onto a vent and we both instantly had a Marilyn Manroe moment, nothing says "Welcome to Paris!" More than accidentally flashing a good portion of the 6th in front of Hermes and being quietly judged by the Parisians and the mannequins up in the window.
Louvre Bitch, Get Out The Way!
Day II and we decided to venture across the river into the ocean of people trying to get cultured. The Louvre.
I had a hunch it would be a good day.
On our third day we decided to be very ambitious and go to Notre Dame, Musee de
We started the day at a chocolate factory and then ventured into a place that people are dying to get into. Pere Lachaise.
This place really takes the cake!
And so we went to Versailles.
We were on our 6th or 7th day in Paris and we had yet to have a crepe, we were on a mission, but once we had one holy crepe was it amazing!
"Do the catacombs have wifi?" This is a real question we heard while being 87 steps below Paris.
And so the following day we left Paris for London and I was not happy to say the least. I kept saying under my breath "But I don't want to go..." And once we got there my thoughts did not change. Casey kept saying "Common, you just have to give London a chance!" But by the second day, she felt the same as I did. London has ALWAYS been a place I have wanted to go to, and that could be thanks to Harry Potter but once I was there, there was such a shift in energy from Paris. Something so drab and depressing, and that could just be the impact that history has had on it that I was picking up, and the entire time we were there we could not put our fingers onto what it was that we were feeling.
Nonetheless we made the best of it.
Before leaving everyone warned us that "The French hate American's! Don't say that you are American!" But we did not experience anything of the sort in Paris, everyone was very kind and welcoming. But in London everyone seemed to be in such a foul mood.
One cold, rainy morning where I couldn't even speak for my body was rejecting London and had this wonderful cold with a severe sore throat to the point where I could not talk (which I am sure Casey secretly loved), and so we both grabbed the same oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants and went down to our free continental breakfast. A few hours later when we returned to the hotel and in the elevator this couple says to us, "Oh wow, you look so good now! Did you get back late from partying last night? You looked a bit haggard this morning!" In truth we got back at 9 that night and then passed out. And so I say to Casey, "I told you I looked like a homeless person!" and the woman responds, "Oh no, dear it wasn't just you! It was the both of you!" Thank you, charming lady in the elevator. What a lovely compliment. The next morning we were determined to try and look "decent" so I put on a dress and ballet flats and go downstairs and while we are being seated our server says, "Oh, might I recommend this tea? It is great for hangovers!" We look at each other then look at him and say "Do we look hungover to you?" and he just walks away. Like I'm sorry but did we not get the memo that you need a fucking ballgown to go to breakfast? Are we dining with the Queen? No. We just wanted our fucking chocolate croissants without being judged and apparently in London that was a lot to be asking for...