What about Paris?

I went to Paris last month – expecting to fall in love with the place. All I’ve heard from friends & online reviews is how great it is, how I need the Eiffel Tower in my life.

So – why was I so disappointed in it?

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d gotten an absolute bargain from (the fallen) Asda Travel, I’d have been gutted to have gone.

When I say bargain, I actually mean it. £180 for flights & a 4* hotel for 4 days and 3 nights. We stayed in Bercy, a cute little area outside the centre of Paris. The hotel overlooked the river and for what we paid, we couldn’t have asked for more.

IMG_2887The Eiffel tower. I mean, what’s that all about? I’ve never felt so underwhelmed; a big metal triangle. The films make it seem/look/feel so much more exciting. Give it its due, I’m glad I went. But mostly because I can say I’ve been now.

We did all of the touristy things; the Arc de Triomphe (now that’s a spectacle that I could watch all day!), The Louvre (because it was free for 25 and unders. Had to make the most of the last year I’d be eligible, didn’t I?), the Sacré Coeur, Natre Dome and everything else that you could see on a tourist map.

IMG_2835The food though. I mean. The food. The best part of the trip. The best part of any trip. I had the most amazing oreo-based dessert. Yeah, I was in Paris. But I couldn’t resist.

IMG_2898The Champs Elysees was a spectacle. You could get lost. Abercrombie & Fitch. I mean – what’s that all about? The most beautiful store I’ve ever been inside. Like a palace. They nailed it with that store. I didn’t need anything in there, but I felt the need to buy something. The most expensive boxers at about €28. I daren’t wear them!

And Paul – €5 for a baguette the size of your face and a drink. A store on most, if not every, corner.

Paris was nice, but I wouldn’t go again in a hurry. I went with an open-mind. Quite excited after reading such reviews, but I had my hopes dashed. I did manage to get some epic Pierre Biscuiterie biscuits in the airport on the way back though. So the last memory was a good’n. Forever grateful.