Paris. home stretch.
in Paris i started the month with a life of insane luxury at the Ritz with Court, bonding over good vibes and a love for all things french.then i had Paris hostel life, where my new gay best friend Levi and i frolicked around Paris dancing and talking about boys (more him than me, lol) and having photoshoots.then there was the Paris nightlife version, where my shimmy sister Carmy and i walked all over the city, drank vodka in our airbnb for midgets, and went speakeasy hopping and dancing into the wee hours of the night.my final home stretch in Paris was a Parisian fairytale. i got to experience what it’s like to be one of the starry-eyed Parisian lovebirds, floating around the city and going on dates filled with wine, jazz, new English/French words, Eiffel Tower views, rendezvous with local musicians, and the kind of conversations about life that you never want to end but also can’t wait till the next topic.
i don’t know what will happen with that but i am writing about it because even if everything goes to shit and we never speak again, i will always be grateful for that Parisian fairytale that i somehow got to live. this trip is all about me which has been PERFECT, but i never dreamed of ending it with that kind of cherry on top. if it weren’t for my Parisian fairytale i’m sure i would have been a ball of anxiety for a week while my trip came to an end. i felt so much respect for me and my trip. it was a dream while i was in it anyway so if that’s all it was meant to be, i’m totally okay with that.may feel differently in a week lol but that’s where i’ve been and that’s where i’m at!here’s a summary of my last week:- amazing dancers “les autres” at Palais de Chaillot with Eiffel Tower backdrop- getting wine tipsy by myself with the French Jimmy Fallon as my server, and using the free snacks as a free dinner hack
- Parc de Sceaux - omg EVERYONE GO HERE it is a pink cherry blossom PARADISE!!!
- stayed at CV Hostel near Champs Elysees and Arc de Triomphe and explored that luxurious neighbourhood, Carrie Bradshaw’s Parisian crib Plaza Athenée, the beautiful Parc Monceau where i dreamed of going for runs in my local neighbourhood park
- the most delicious 5 euro pizza and 1 hour line at Popolare. this is the best, everyone go here.
- jazz at 38 Riv, caveau des oubliettes and Quartier Rouge- wine along the Seine. it sounds crazy but that was really all that was left on my Paris bucket list.
- cutest French bar Pamela Popo- Le Rooftop bar - amazing Eiffel Tower view
- Irish sports bar Cork and Cavan for the game. dont ask me who played.- golden hour at Tuileries Garden
- a wee bit of shopping in Le Marais - perfume and lingerie because Paris and retail therapy- crepes, croissants, french onion soup, and did i mention wine- my last night, i was in bed a bit sick. until i got a text and met with Timothee and Hugo who i met in nyc for many drinks at midnight at Mary Celeste. because YOLO PEACE PLAY PASSION YOU CAN SLEEP WHEN YOU’RE DEAD. ppp bookends.finished off the passion leg by myself with my favourite activity, strolling around the city for hours. Paris. you are all i ever dreamed of and more. i’m so glad i don’t have to get rid of literally all my home decor.
