Paris, you’re a dream. Flying into London, then hopping onto a train to Paris was a whirlwind. The whole time my thoughts were rotating between, “I cannot believe this is happening,” “This is not real,” and “How can one city be so beautiful.” Pure denial the whole time.
Even looking back, my brain questions the reality of this trip. It was a blur, a beautiful, beautiful blur. I’m so grateful for the pictures. The many, many pictures. The original plan was to do one post for Paris and two for London, but after looking through my camera, I have 3X the amount of images from my weekend trip. It totally blows my mind that happened, but I suppose it’s a pretty big testament to the beauty that city contains.
I did some serious crushing on doors. Paris has the most beautiful, ornate doors! I was cheesin’ and being a total cornball. J and I made a lock before I left to put on the bridge. I’m telling you-one big ball of cheese.If you squint your eyes and look really hard you can find the “J&S” among these lovers
Background lady totally got in on the photo action
I thought this was totally adorable, until I figured out it translates to “Love is Dead.” Lovely.
Next week, I’m going to recap our actual itinerary because Bri is a tour guide genius, and I think it’s worth sharing everywhere we went and what days. I’ll do one for London and Paris. This trip was ideal because it was planned so perfectly.