ahh, paris. what can you say?
it's all that and a baguette.
two days in paris and no time to lose. it is a nonstop mirage of sights and sounds; a scene out of a movie; an orgasmic sensory overload of flashing lights, freshly baked crepes and the sound of music coming from somewhere...
to not fall for paris is to not have a soul.
it whispers to you in its sexy accent, daring you not to fall in love.
oh man, was i a goner.
on the first day we ate lemon crepes, explored montmartre, took pictures in front of sacre-couer, ate with our friends at a too-cool-for-school restaurant in le marais, and laughed and posed on the cobblestone streets as we lazily made our way back to our hotels.
on the second day we got up early, walked down to the seine and gave euros to a parisian playing the accordion, admired flowers in the market, skipped notre-dame, (but took pictures of the exterior), ate more crepes (nutella and banana), made our way down to st. germain where we were treated like americans (poorly) at a fancy restaurant. we walked back into the streets and found ourselves in the midst of a music festival and headed to the eiffel tower just in time to see it start sparkling at 11pm. maybe it was a dream after all....
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