Weekend in Paris

I am still little dreamy-eyed. Paris is like a dream. We just returned after spending three days there. I have longed to go to Paris ever since I watched ‘Sabrina’. It looked very beautiful but what really got me intrigued was this ‘I found myself in Paris’ bit. Not that I needed to find myself but don't you feel like just immersing yourself in something different and beautiful knowing that it will leave you happier and better. That is why I want to travel.

I am rambling. We covered some major tourist spots in this trip – Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Arc De Triomphe, Champs- Elysees, Musee Rodin. All are must-dos in our list.

Eiffel Tower looks much better at night with the lights. During the day, I found it to be awe inspiring but ugly.



We loved Musee Rodin. It does not have the magnificence of Louvre but it is more intimate. It speaks to you. Also managed to take a short Boat Cruise across the Seine. It was a great way to get a glimpse into the Parisian life. They really know how to enjoy themselves!


We walked a great deal. The Metro (rail) is good and well connected but the stations are not very toddler-friendly. We had to carry the pushchair up and down the stairs at all stations. I would walk anywhere but more so in Paris. I felt liberated as we walked without a care, talking about general stuff (mostly nonsense), all the while drinking in the beautiful architecture, lively cafes and streets full of character. I, the fool that I am, did not carry my walking shoes. I was soaking my feet every night to pay for that.


D had great time. Running around in the various gardens, chasing birds and trying to feed them her food. She would walk up to random strangers and extend her hand to say hello. In the gardens at the Louvre, she walked up to a gang of 4 women, put out her hand to one of them, pointed to us and told them that we were her ‘Mama’ ‘Papa’. Not content with just introductions sat down with a ‘thud’ to join in some girly fun with them. Her naps were also very well timed. At both the Louvre and Musee Rodin, she dozed off just as we were about to enter the museum and woke up as we stepped off. Thank you D!


The French are a little more difficult to understand though. Scowling middle-aged waiters make you feel apologetic for ordering food with them. One of them scowled and snapped so much through my order that H refused to order his meal!

I would love to meet you again Paris, notwithstanding a full plate of French fries that you make me gulp down in the name of Lunch!