J'Aime Paris: Day 2

Here we are at the train station about to leave for Paris. Our first stop was Montmartre, my FAVORITE area of Paris. I love being up at the Sacre Coeur and looking across the entire city.  I also love all the quirky boutiques and restaurants. It is the neighborhood where Amelie lived. (If you have never seen it, its my FAVORITE French movie!) 

This is the merry-go-round from Amelie's scavenger hunt. 



The Sacre Coeur. I think it was literally at this very moment that the cell phone got stolen. Read that sob story here.  In case you were wondering, it was a paperwork nightmare, but we are getting reimbursed to purchase a new phone... it will probably take a few weeks though. Go figure. 

We stopped at this Cafe to have lunch. 


Artists Square. 

Notice the old man and his self portrait. Very French. Next time I am there, I am getting our portrait drawn! 

My Mom tried her very first macaron. She loved it! 

The view overlooking Paris. 

I spy the Eiffel. 

A coffee break between boutiques. 

We walked down the "Red Light District" for this very important photo opp. 

Then ended our evening at the Eiffel Tower! It was all lit up and beautiful. 


Then we walked through the Marche de Noel sipping on more hot wine and did a little shopping... not a bad backdrop huh? 

We ran into Pere Noel. Note: He is nearing 2nd base with me in this photo... only in France!


After the Eiffel, we headed to the Latin Quarter to eat fondue. My mom had never had fondue (even though I don't think its an exclusively French thing), but it was really fun. She got the cheese fondue, I got the steak (naturally), and we shared the chocolate for dessert. So yummy!


This was on the train ride home. We were tired and I was trying out my new glasses that I bought in Montmartre. What do you think? My nieces tell me that I look silly... and Logan looks like Clark Kent. Anywhoo... Geek Chic, what can I say? 

Day 2 was a BALL! The weather did not get us down, the phone did briefly, but we had a pretty quick rebound rate. Its hard to be upset in Paris. Honestly. It is. Bisous!


xo,
Mrs. Frenchy