When in Paris...

Mr. T and I had a blast while we were in Paris. I have never considered myself a "European traveler", but after visiting the many beautiful sites in Paris, meeting (surprisingly) nice people, I fell in LOVE with the city. Like, literally in love, with the place so much that I was figuring out how we could move there (completely impossible).
I won't bore you with too many pictures of Paris, but it is my blog so you'll have to suffer through some of them....we're like family ya know?

 

We shopped, ate, walked about 100 miles a day, ate, and saw all of the beautiful things that Paris has to offer. We are not really into art, but we LOVED visiting the Louvre, which is where The Mona Lisa lives. We didn't have to wait in line to get in or see her, but we were amazed that she wasn't our favorite piece of art. We rented a listening headset tour (totally looked like lame tourist) and it rocked our world. It was so interesting to hear about the different stories of each piece of art and what makes them so amazing. We are now art enthusiasts! Well....maybe not "enthusiasts", but we do like it more now.

The food was amazing and we tried most of it. We did, however, decide to skip this little number:

 I have the humor of a 7th grade boy. Sorry 'bout that.

While we were shopping around, my worst nightmare came true. As I have said before, Isabelle is OBSESSED with cats. She did not get this gene from me, because I hate them. I am allergic to them and they scare me, but when we saw a street man covered in cats that do tricks, I decided to take one for the team and get a quick picture to show Isabelle. Right after I took the picture, the man appeared in front of us telling us to pay him for the picture. Holy creepy. His face was completely painted white and all I could see were his teeth (that weren't white) and the weird little cats crawling all over him. Mr. T sensed my anxiety and quickly threw money in his little container. We laughed about that for a while, but I am afraid I will never get his face out of my head.

The last night, we explored Paris at night. The sites that we saw during the day became even more beautiful when the sun was down and the lights showed their true beauty. We had a blast just enjoying city and being together, just the two of us. It's not very often that we get to be alone and it was nice to do what we wanted, when we wanted. Our lives have been anything but calm these days, so it was a much needed little break.

 

 

 

You know it's true love when a man, who is afraid of heights, goes to the top of the Eiffel Tower so his woman will be happy (and quit pestering him).

 

 

The trip was a much needed calm before the storm. Because our lives are about to get a whole lot busier....