Parisian Footsteps

Jusqu’à la Prochaine Fois…

Last I wrote of Paris, my friend and I were headed to the Eiffel Tower, having already had one too many moments of getting lost. Check out all that went down, here.

With rain blurring my vision and seeping through my clothes, I was desperately wishing I could apparate in front of the Tower. This desire of mine intensified when I realised that my ‘tour guide’ friend actually had no idea as to which direction we should head towards to actually glimpse it.

There came a point during our long walk to the Eiffel Tower when I wondered if we were walking round in circles, cause I could have sworn I had seen this cafe at least twice in the same day. Turns out, I was confusing my walk from the previous day with this one. Oh well…

My genius friend decided on a brilliant (sense heavy sarcasm) technique to get us to the tower. This idea involved us following in the direction in which we could catch sight of the tip of the Tower.

Grudgingly, I must accept, it worked.

Furiously, I will state, it took two hours.

It didn’t help that my friend refused to ask locals for directions, (the size of my friend’s pride = size of a humpback whale) and insisted I take pictures of every map we stumbled across. During this time, chill blains got the better of me and I was doing a weird mix of shivering and itching my skin off, all at the same time. What joy !

As we neared the Tower, we came across a huge institution with a dome of gold. I would tell you the name of this institution or why it seemed important, but I am oblivious as was my friend who mumbled a few guesses, none of which fit.

If any on you readers recognise this place, please do tell me. It would be so nice to finally be able to put a name to it instead of calling it golden domed building. We also walked past the building famous for training the French cavalry. Being a military brat myself, I was quite excited.

Finally though, after too many winding roads and slipping in and out of alleys, I finally came across the Eiffel Tower and what a relief it was.

After witnessing a newly married couple have their wedding photoshoot take place at the foot of the Tower, we decided to go warm our bodies with some hot chocolate. While we were on the look out for a small cafe, our stomachs started to grumble a tad bit too loudly and so we gave up and just walked into the first cafe we came across called La Piccolina.

The owner upon seeing our drenched state, especially mine, immediately took our orders and ensured I had a cup of warm hot chocolate nestled in my hands. We handed in our orders and were soon feasting on a hot meal of Four Cheese Pizza and Pasta cooked in Tomato Sauce and Basil. Both the dishes were extremely tasty, I must say.

Our bellies full, we headed home, wishing quite eagerly to get out of the wet clothes.

And that my dear Mavericks brings my Paris travel to an end.

As I mentioned before, due to some personal reasons, I had to cut the trip short or else there would have definitely been more chapters to this travelogue. Yes, the entire trip was bittersweet and although the trip ended on a more bitter than sweet note, I know deep in my heart, I can’t stay mad with Paris for long.

After all, it is Paris.

I will return one day to make up for this trip and to create more memories.

Till then Paris and until next time Mavericks…


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…

First Taste of Paris

To begin with, I would like to apologise with all my heart for the extremely long hiatus I took from blogging. I was lost in a void and it is only recently, that I have regained my footing.

It’s good to be back to writing and sharing experiences though.


About a month and a half back, a friend who was extremely dear to my heart suggested we plan a trip to Paris. Needless to say I was on board. After a lot of planning, we headed to the land of love and it was hard to contain my excitement. Due to some personal reasons, I had to cut the trip short and the visit became a bittersweet one, more bitter than sweet but still. For the past month, I have been warring with myself, wondering whether I wanted to write about the few good moments I had there because it meant I would also be reliving what went wrong and I didn’t know (I am still quite hesitant) whether I was ready to do so.

This post goes to show which side won the war I guess !

So here is my first day in Paris…what a glorious one it was.

After waking up late in the morning after a wonderful sleep in one of the most adorable and cozy bedrooms I have ever seen, my friend and I had a simple yet delicious lunch of fresh strawberries sprinkled with sugar along with spaghetti with parmesan. We then headed out to explore Paris, with me as a tourist and my friend as my guide.

As we were approaching the tube station, my friend showed me the garden right outside it which marvellously had all its trees in the same height and shape. It was a beautiful sight and the sunlight streaming through could not be more perfect. I don’t know whether it was a joke when my friend called the place the Square Garden.

Dubbed the Square Garden.

Once we had arrived where we wanted to, we casually strolled towards the Notre Dame de Paris. After a few minutes of insisting, I won over my friend and we walked inside to view the beauty this ancient cathedral housed.

Notre Dame de Paris.

With high arched ceilings and ornately designed candelabras, there was a peace that settled over me from the minute I walked in that can’t quite be explained. I was in awe of how majestic the interior of the cathedral was.

Candles lit by the people praying.

After spending some time taking in the quaint and mesmerising feel of the cathedral, we stepped out to continue our day out in Paris. We decided to walk down the bridge and sit by the river Seine for some time and just enjoy the view and sunlight since London isn’t that gracious all the time.

While we were seated, I got the most glorious view of the cathedral and couldn’t resist myself and took about 50 shots of it from all the angles I could manage. By this point, I was practically eating up everything I could see visually, trying to preserve every single thing to memory. Such was the joy !

As we were heading back up towards the main street, we stumbled across the infamous Love Lock Bridge. Even as tourists were placing locks on the bridge and throwing the keys into the river, many more were being removed simultaneously by officials. A part of me did feel a twinge when I saw the locks being removed. The hopeless romantic in me couldn’t help it !

Hearing my stomach grumble, my friend and I decided to head back home. As we were turning our back on the cathedral, I realised I hadn’t captured the famous sculpture of Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne. While I was attempting to do, standing on my tiptoes, my friend had a righteous time laughing at my pronunciation of St. Michel. I still don’t get what was so funny, my accent isn’t French, of course I won’t know how to call it French now would I ?

lt was at this point that we came across this fountain. Despite my friend being a native French, failed to tell me what the name of the fountain was which had me in fits, cracking one too many jokes about failed guides and shamed French citizens. These jokes didn’t go down well, let me tell you. I thought of this as good payback for all the jokes about my failed pronunciation of St. Michel. By the way, if any one of you readers recognises the fountain, do let me know what it is called.

Just as we were walking down the stairs to the tube station that would take us back home, I found myself cuddling the most adorable german shepherd. It wasn’t keeping well and it broke my heart to say goodbye to it. I would have taken it home with me if I had the choice. It was just that cute !

Somehow, as we stood waiting for the train to arrive, I couldn’t help but think of time and how precious it was. Maybe it was because somehow time seemed to slow down and pick up all at once in the train stations with people waiting and trains shuttling back and forth. Yes, I know, so very profound of me. The thoughts left me in a pensive state of mind which had me tying to capture what I was thinking, to better explain my thoughts. I failed…terribly.

My friend and I then headed home, to rest our weary soles and to munch on yummy hot food. I was particularly looking forward to collapsing on the cute bed I had been provided and couldn’t wait to doze off and wake up to another amazing day in Paris.

Keep your eyes peeled for the next Paris post which I promise won’t take another month.

Till then Mavericks…