A rainy weekend in Paris

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Picture this: my mom, aunt and I hop on a bus headed to Paris in the middle of the night. It’s a very last minute decision and we’re beyond excited. We’re expected to arrive early in the morning, but in the wee hours, somewhere in Belgium, we find ourselves stuck on the side of a road. Hours go by and it’s very clear we’re not going anywhere. Our German driver looks confused; at this point he’s tried everything to fix the problem but without success. The Frenchman sitting next to us is by no means happy about the situation and jumps out of the bus. We all look at each other and wonder quietly, will we ever get to Paris? 

But then suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, a miracle happens and we’re back on the road. We’re closer to Paris than we’d imagined and soon enough we’re getting off in The City of Lights! C’est magnifique!

It feels so wonderful to wake up in Paris! Even if your transportation there was a very unglamorous bus. None of that matters when you arrive in Paris. In fact, you can’t even remember what life was like before. The city is so romantic! Even if you’re there with your mom and aunt. You’re all having a love affair with the city. And we had no time to lose. We got rid of our bags and headed for breakfast. Black coffee, croissant and very pretty French sandwiches. We hardly spoke any French, they hardly spoke any English, but we made it work. We sat at a table outside and watched the beautiful city waking up.

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We walked everywhere in Paris. It rained. And it rained again, but we didn’t care. When we finally reached the Eiffel Tower it was really like magic. Strange emotions overwhelm you and you feel like you’re part of history or something. And there are thousands of hundreds of people everywhere you look, with their selfie sticks and photobombing  every picture you take. Very unglamourous.

We hung out for a while and decided to have dinner at a lovely tiny restaurant nearby. It was a perfect decision, because not long after that it started raining cats and dogs. We were very pleased with ourselves and I ordered frog legs to celebrate. Well, it’s Paris after all! I simply had to. No one else dared even trying them but I must say, they were actually quite good.

Later that evening, when the rain was still falling down and the Tower was shinning bright, we headed back to the hotel. So tired and so happy. And the next day, we woke up in Paris.

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8 thoughts on “A rainy weekend in Paris

  1. Rosa

    LOVE this photos and your writing! So happy for you that you had an amazing trip after the troubles on the road!
    I hope I’ll visit Paris this summer, it’s so crazy that I’ve never been there!

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  2. Keira

    I just went to Paris for the first time last February and I felt EXACTLY how you are describing. Everything felt so romantic there. I went with the bf and it was def one of my favorite trips. Unfortunately, it was a bit cold when we went but the scenery is just so different than here in the US. Everything was just more “petite”. I loved the city so much. Your photos are amazing btw ❤

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    1. Vienna Olive

      Thank you Keira! Exactly, everything in Europe feels so petite and quiet when compared to North America. Maybe it’s the different scenery and pace that makes it even more romantic! It was cold when I was there too but I guess you can’t help falling in love with the city..

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  3. iwannabealady

    I’m still trying to make my way there. I love spontaneous road trips. The bus breakdown only adds to an interesting story, at least that’s how I like to think of things that go wrong on vacation 🙂 Beautiful photos!

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