Lost in Paris

Remember when I said Paris was super sunny which made my heart smile ? If not, read about my first day in Paris here where I go on and on about the weather, sort of.

I was looking forward to the exact same kind of weather the next day when I woke up. Boy was I in for a major disappointment. It was raining cats and dogs and as if that wasn’t enough, it was windy as well.

I was NOT happy.

My amazing bed helped matters though cause I just rolled over and slept some more hoping that when I next woke up, things would be better. They didn’t though. Grumpily, I stumbled around and headed for a late breakfast which brightened up my mood a bit since it was a simple dish of freshly baked bread and honey.

Since it had stopped pouring, my friend and I headed out, uncertain as to where and what we would be doing. As we trudged towards the tube station, we decided on visiting the Luxembourg Gardens.

Although we were welcomed by heavy wind blowing sand in our faces, the view of the gardens fixed things immensely. It was so beautiful, it took me a moment to take it all in. With the palace on one hand and statues of royal men and women lining the entrance to the actual gardens, families sitting around the fountain and in the gardens enjoying a picnic, I couldn’t help but gaze in wonder.

At Luxembourg Gardens.

Parents were helping their children set sail to plastic and paper boats around the fountain and on the other side kids were practising their sports and tucked away in one corner, children were enjoying pony rides. Honestly, I couldn’t stop smiling as I took it all in.

The child in the picture above was extremely adorable. He was so excited when he was placed on the saddle of the horse but the minute his father would let go of him, he would start crying and immediately after start laughing the minute he felt his father hold him again.

I was lucky enough to capture this hilarious scene where the bird in an attempt to drink water from the fountain, got drenched in it instead.

My friend and I then decided to head to the Eiffel Tower. (Hey, you can’t go to Paris and not see the Eiffel Tower)

As we walked out of the gardens, we walked into another which was a cosy setting with statues of mythological and historical events placed all around.

We found ourselves a little lost once we exited the second garden and after one, two, three, FOUR wrong turns found ourselves in the right direction. On our way, we crossed the Hungarian embassy outside which, I found this !

This is literally me on days when I am applying for a Visa for some country I wish to travel to. It would have been so much more fun if I owned a American or European passport, no more waiting and running around then !!

Anyhoo, moving on from my mini rant…

We decided on stopping by the Church of St. Sulpice on our way to the Eiffel Tower and I’m glad we did because it was so beautiful, one has to witness it to to truly take in the beauty of it.

The St. Sulpice fountain outside the Church.

Here’s a funny story while we’re at it. Somehow, on both the occasions that I visited churches, I was wearing a hat or beanie, something you’re not supposed to. I would absent-mindedly walk in only to feel my hair suddenly all tousled up. My friend would snatch my hat/beanie off my head without warning and tuck it away while I would look away in bewilderment until realisation would dawn. It is somehow, quite a fond memory.

As always, I took a picture of the candelabra that lit up the church. Its my thing.

Right in the middle of the church, was this small stairway leading to a basin of sorts. It looked so grand and was so ornate, I was fascinated and couldn’t look away.

We exited soon after, having been mesmerised by the choir. It had started to drizzle while we were inside the church and this didn’t bode well with me because I wanted to witness the grandeur of the Eiffel Tower on a sunny day.

I know I know, we don’t always get what we want. So we started walking again, headed towards God knows where since my friend had no clue whatsoever.

This led to some very interesting incidents. All of which I shall reveal in my final Paris post.

So Mavericks, keep your eyes peeled.

Till then…


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