Pretty much since I was a little girl I’ve dreamed of going to Paris. There wasn’t anything in particular I wanted to see, it was more of a pipedream about luxury and hard work paying off. “One day Belle, one day we will go to Paris together,” my mom would say.
I thought maybe when I was old and gray we would make it. I can’t believe how blessed I am that this trip happened already.
Let me first say that Paris in late November is perfection.
It not too cold yet. There are no lines at the Louvre. The Christmas decorations and festivals are magical (get ready I am going to say magical a lot) and there are outdoor heaters in all the cafes so you can still dine outside.
There is no way I could recap this trip in one post so I will start with our first full day. My favorite day.
Nick had to work so I was on my own. The Louvre was close to our hotel so I decided it was as a good place to start.
It was so quiet everywhere. Sunny, breezy and prefectly chilly.
Hi guys! I’m trying out something new. The goal is to give you something every Friday to inspire you.
A quote or someone cool I think you will want to follow. Something interesting or motivating to listen to (I’m obsessed with podcasts right now but it could be a song too!) Something you will want to cook or drink… You get the idea.