26 hours in Charles De Gaulle

June 17, 2017

You know, sometimes traveling just sucks. This post is a ‘quick’ synopsis of the worst travel day either Walt or I have ever experienced ever – on this trip or otherwise. If you prefer not to hear a rambling rant about how god awful the Charles De Gaulle Airport is, I would not be sad if you decide to skip over this post. No, seriously, please, be my guest. Just keep scrolling by this one.

You still here? Well, I warned you.

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à très bientôt, Paris

June 16, 2017

Two weeks in Paris was simply not enough. Walt and I both were enamored by this city, its history and its character. With our rejiggering of our summer plans, we nearly didn’t come here… what a mistake that would have been. Paris has easily topped our “To Visit Again” list, and I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if a return visit ended up being a substantially long one. A year? Two, maybe? I’ve recently started to warm to the idea of undertaking a second part of this far-flung adventure in five or ten years, and living in Paris these past weeks has absolutely contributed to that.

Life is crazy, we’ll have to see where it leads us… But I have a strong feeling it will nudge us toward Paris again.

our failed attempts at an Eiffel Tower selfie

 

Temple of learning

June 13, 2017

Our time in Paris has nearly come to a close, but rather than let our last day in the city slip away, Walt and I played hookie this morning and finally paid a visit to a building we’ve passed by everyday during our stay here: the Panthéon.

Originally this building was created as a church to Saint Genevieve, the patron saint of Paris. However at the time of its completion in 1790, the city was gripped in a revolution that rejected the monarchy and the church in equal measure. This beautiful building was seized, and instead of being defaced like the other Catholic structures of the time (including the Notre Dame – its facade was nearly destroyed), it was turned into a secular mausoleum. It houses the remains of France’s great minds of philosophy, literature, diplomacy and science. The space is an interesting combination of original paintings of Saint Genevieve and Joan of Arc, and statues from depicting Voltaire and Louis Braille. As a result, the space really did feel like a place of reverence and worship, just toward thought and reason as opposed to a higher power.

What a beautiful idea.

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Ce matin au petit-déjeuner

June 10, 2017

On our way to work this morning we stopped by the boulanger across the street for a bite to eat. It’s become kind of a tradition for us to grab a sandwich on our way in, nibbling on a baguette as we walk along the dappled sidewalks of the Latin Quarter to our coworking space.

Today, Walt ordered a porc laqué and I asked for a traditional jambon-fromage. The shop keeper smiled and ducked into the kitchen to prepare our order as Walt turned to me, “Would you like anything else?” he asked.

I looked at the case filled with tarts and flaky pastries. “I think I’d like a pain au chocolate,” I replied.

As the shop keeper returned with our sandwiches in tow, Walt added the chocolate croissant to our order and paid.

Stepping out onto the street in a shift of brown paper, baguettes and napkins we sorted out our sandwiches and started heading toward the office. Not halfway down the block I turned back to Walt. The kid was chewing with a pleased expression on his face, holding the two remaining bites of the chocolate croissant.

“Did you just eat my croissant?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Uh. I ate my croissant…” Walt responded.

“Wait, so when you just asked if I wanted anything else, and I said, ‘yes, I’ll take one of those croissants’ and you then ordered one… that order was for you?”

“… um. Yes?” Walt was starting to look really guilty at this point. “Honestly, I don’t remember asking you that…”

There was a pause as I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. With a shifty glance, he proceeded to shove the remaining end of the croissant into his mouth, a rain of pastry flakes catching in his beard.

We both laughed so hard we nearly cried.

Kylie visits the Louvre

June 8, 2017

While planning our trip to Paris I blocked out at least two days of visiting the Louvre. I love visiting museums. I love art, I love exhibit design and I love learning, so it goes without saying that museums are my jam, and the Louvre – I mean, come on. It’s the Louvre.

The problem is, when I visit museums with other folks, I tend to slow them down and usually end up wanting to stay long after they’re done. So the simple solution was for me to visit the Louvre on my own and spend as much time as I pleased getting lost in its labyrinth of masterpieces, only to revisit later this weekend with Walt so I’m not quite as slow floating around wide eyed and star struck.

To document my first day, I decided to try and flesh out an Instagram story of the day. I’m not super great at it, but I thought I’d include some of those videos here as well – I had a fun time making them!

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Do as the Parisians do

June 6, 2017

For me, traveling and tasting go hand in hand. So much can be learned about a country’s history, region and way of life through by trying what’s eaten there day to day. Walt and I have come to love exploring the our ports of call through their cuisines. Whether it be through food tours, cooking classes or simply sampling interesting looking restaurants in our neighborhood, I feel we peal back the stories we read and the suggestions we’ve heard and finally get to experience just a bit of a place first hand.

So before we even arrived we knew we wanted to participate in some food tourism while we’re in France. If we had more time here, I would have loved to enroll in some practical cooking classes. I don’t need to go to the Cordon Bleu or anything, but I would love to learn a thing or two about true French bread… or sauces… or pastries… I digress. Unfortunately, we only had a limited time here, so we opted for an evening class about two of the most quintessential items in French cuisine: wine and cheese. Continue Reading