knew they would be. Bright and early on our very first morning, just as the sun
was peeking over the horizon (hello jetlag!), Lauren and I peered out of our
6th floor apartment in the 7th arondissement and fell in love with that view (obsessed).
I’d seen a glimpse of it the evening before, but after 30 hours of travelling,
a broken suitcase, getting lost under the Musée d’Orsay, wandering around the
metro at 11pm with some questionable characters for company (only 5 hours sleep during the previous 50
hours didn’t help), wondering how on earth I’d ever find my sister, getting
yelled at by a man who continued to yell even after he got onto his train and I
was still on the platform…
exasperation that fell when I finally arrived at the apartment and reunited
with Lauren, made it quite difficult to appreciate the view as it was supposed to be
appreciated. But the following morning? A view like that can pretty much make up for anything – all the misgiving of
the previous night were forgotten and I got back to adoring Paris.
the morning trying to decide between croissants, crepes or pain au chocolats
and scouring the streets of our little neighbourhood for the perfect Parisian
cafe for breakfast. We found it, directly opposite the Musee d’Orsay, and
ordered two of the most flaky, buttery croissants we’d ever eaten, along with a
pot of tea and a cafe creme. After our mid-morning breakfast, we strolled along
the banks of the Seine and crossed the little pedestrian bridge Passerelle Léopold-Sédar-Senghor between the Musée d’Orsay and the Jardin des Tuileries. Over the river, it was cold and windy, but it must have some of the prettiest views in all of Paris so we paused long enough to look around at the city spinning around us, before hurriedly crossing to the right bank into the Jardin des Tuileries.