Well, I suppose it is about time that I post about my fabulous anniversary trip to Paris! I have been dreaming of going back ever since I got home. Well, ever since I got over the jet lag. We had the most marvelous time. It was beautiful, amazing, and everything you would expect Paris to be. I won’t give you a blow by blow because that would be long and, well, boring. So here are a few pictures and a little taste of what we did.
Of course, we saw the Eiffel Tower. A lot. It was only five minutes from our hotel.
I love flowers, so I loved all of the floral shops. They were everywhere and it was all I could to to keep it to one bundle of roses.
The view from our hotel room…can you spot the Eiffel Tower?
Paris drivers are CRAZY. I could not believe how crazy they were. I wouldn’t want to drive there, especially not on a scooter. But, if I did dare to, I would drive this.
We ate really well. We ate lots and lots of bread and pastries. Yum…
I was expecting a fall like atmosphere similar to the one we were having in Utah since the temps are so similar. I was super surprised. Hardly a brown leaf could be spotted. No changing colors. But amazing, beautiful gardens!
We added our lock to lover’s bridge….
Waffles and chantilly. Chantilly is like whipped cream. Only much much much much much better. Much better. Did I mention it is better? It is to DIE for….
I even loved the Paris graffiti. Well, most of it.
We spent two days in the Paris flea markets with a wonderful private guide named Danielle. We found lots of fabulous sew-y things, not to mention amazing furniture and antiques…
Gorgeous tapestries and talented people repairing and restoring them.
I bought this beautiful 19th century French Provençal quilt. They are called Bouti. It was amazingly heavy. All hand quilted and just lovely.
I also bought three different antique mannequins. And a fabulous antique top hat to put on one of them!
Parisians know how to park.
My amazing Mr. Fish that put all of this together for us. Even booked the guide for the flea markets. Can you imagine? He took me to Paris shopping for our anniversary. That, my friends, is true love.
