paris in the fall
While my trip to France ended about as cluster-y as is humanly possible, it didn't actually start off that illustrious, either. After the lengthy, overnight flight, I went into the restroom just past border patrol to change and put in my contacts. When I flushed my toilet, the water went...the wrong direction. My socks, shoes, leggings, and underwear were soaked. Thank God I'd only peed.
Luckily, I had brought jeans to change into, so I quickly changed into those, waddled out awkwardly in wet shoes to Brian, got some clean, dry footwear and underwear, and changed again. In a different stall. And laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Because what else can you do?
So the beginning and ending of my trip were a little (a lot) rough, but the middle? Well, the middle was amazing. We started off for a day in Paris, for no other reason than that I love Paris in the fall. There wasn't really anything we had on our agenda to do, except a few places I wanted to take B to eat. Mostly, I wanted to wander and explore and drink coffee and soak up the amazing atmosphere that is Paris. So we did. Read on for our adventures and tips.
E & B
where to stay
where to eat
what to do
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