Five seconds after I stepped off the train, I saw the most French person that has ever existed. She didn’t have a speck of makeup on her flawless face, and her hair was in a simple low bun. She was wearing a white button down shirt with a black pullover sweater and light wash skinny jeans. To top it off, she had on oxfords and the most perfect trench. I want to be her.
I instantly feel like I’m wearing too much color. And the only speck of color on me is a dark purple skirt. We start walking the streets and they’re lined with trees, skinny after the winter, with the beginnings of greenery, wispy, fuzzy leaves floating in the air. The weather is perfect, the sun is shining, and for the first time I’m remembering what summer feels like. I can’t wait to go back to my sandals and short sleeves- it’ll be heaven!
This is literally the best baguette in Paris. It was voted the best by someone who has the authority to vote those types of things, and whoever they are, they deserve a gold star because they’ve got great taste. Granted, I didn’t get another baguette the whole time I was in Paris, but it was so good. I learned in Switzerland that they don’t tamper with their wheat at all, so no one has a gluten problem. I don’t remember if that was just Switzerland or if that was all of Europe, but either way, I thought I loved bread before this study abroad, and now I’m extra obsessed. Not only that, but I’ve added a deep love of croissants to that obsession, to the point where that may just be what I miss most about Europe- not being able to pop in to a bakery or at the very least a Tesco to pick up a pain au chocolat or a croissant.
We walked to the top of the Eiffel Tower! Well, not the top top, just as far as you can go with the stairs. If you’re looking at the tower from the ground, it’s the second tier right before it gets really skinny. We thought about paying for the elevator (the only way to get up to the tip top), but a) it was like €15 extra and b) it was closed by the time we got to the second tier to get tickets. I don’t even feel like we missed out that much though because the view was still amazing. Also, it is about 700 steps to the top and it was really fun to look at the health app on my phone after to see how many flights of stairs it said we walked up.