My Holiday in Paris 2017
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My Holiday in Paris | Travel Post

My Holiday in Paris | Travel Post

So back in July, me and my best friend Freyja (not a typo, it’s spelled that way!) went to the city of love, as mates. We went to Paris. 

We were both feeling a little down at the beginning of June due to personal reasons so, of course, we sat in Pret Manager and booked a holiday to Paris. Like you do.

Day 1:

We went by the Eurostar train and were really surprised by how quick it took us to get there. We were literally talking and eating Konditor & Cook brownies. Curly-wurly brownies! The best culinary invention of the 21st century. And suddenly we were in France!

It was 34c when we arrived at Gare Du Nord but to both of our surprise, it was extremely bearable as we had had that 2-week heatwave in Britain so we had built some tolerance.

An hour after getting lost later we managed to find our hotel and check in. We had a balcony with a view and it was a really lovely place with very accommodating staff who accepted our lack of French with a roll-of-the-eye-oh-your-British air. Thanks, Brexit.

French Balcony, Paris 2017

Almost immediately after checking in, we left to grab some food. French cuisine – bread, butter, and Prosecco was pretty much my diet for three days because they were best tasting bread, butter, and Prosecco EVER!

That afternoon we strolled down to Louvre with our pre-paid, late-night tickets (we’re smart!) and were totally knocked off our feet by how stunning the outside of the Louvre was.


Still hot and starting to feel it by this point we did as all the other people were doing and bathed our feet in the Louvre fountains – which to me was a real highlight of the trip.

Louvre Fountain

We skipped into the Louvre as there was no queue and went exploring, getting lost so many times in the process. We found the Venus de Milo and invented a back story for her as no one knows who she was sculpted by.

Venus de Milo

Got trampled in the room with the Mona Lisa and basically stood there long enough to dismiss it as an over-hyped painting – sorry!

Mona Lisa, Paris 2017

There were beautiful portraits, landscapes, and sculptures, some of Freyja – who’s an artist – favorite painters, sketchers, and sculptors.

Generally, it was just a lovely way to start our Paris experience.

Day 2:

The next day we started using our Big Bus Tours. Now, as a London commuter, I generally see these buses and tut ‘tourist’. But they are actually really good.

Not only was the tour good for taking us to the really big locations and filling us in with little details about each, but it was also a great way to travel to and fro each one without having to pay extra. You just jump on and get off wherever you want etc.

The plan was to go to the Notre Dame and Shakespeare & Co Bookshop. Notre Dame is very beautiful on the outside but the queue was so long! I think I could have queued for every Thorpe Park ride on a Saturday and made it round quicker than get inside the bleak cathedral. So we skipped that.

Notre Dame, Paris 2017

Instead, we went straight into Shakespeare & Co. I could have dropped dead of happiness outside of it. It is stunning.

Shakespeare & Co was heavenly!

Shakespeare & Co Bookshop, Paris 2017

Simple, full of beds and little nooks where you’re welcome to fall asleep. There’s even a cat, who was asleep on the hot tin roof! They’re dedicated to all literature, not just novels.

I got two books whilst there:

  • All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg – as I was really after this book and I thought ‘why not buy it in this classic shop!’
  • The Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson – as Jeanette was actually one of the authors that stayed at Shakespeare & Co, in order to complete her book. I thought it was suitable.

I had a great time exploring and sneakily taking photos. You’re not technically allowed to take them inside. And then Freyja and I had a wander around the back streets looking for something to eat. We settled on an awesome cafe for cocktails and cake. The servers were hilarious and the experience alone was great. And the cocktails and cake were pretty amazing too!

Cocktails and Cake

We got back on the bus and traveled down to the Musee d’Orsay. On the way, we passed the love locks which have now moved. And we saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time.

The Musee d’Orsay was lovely, it’s actually an old station and still has that station vibe which I love.

Musee d'Orsay, Paris 2017

We found a load of Van Gogh’s. I was feeling extremely tired, but Freyja and I still managed to walk all around the museum before jumping back onto the bus and heading towards the Eiffel Tower for the ‘big reveal’.

The Eiffel Tower moment.

Eiffel Tower, Paris 2017

Neither of us was impressed. Let the rotten fruit throwing begin.

We looked at it. It was nice enough but it wasn’t the ‘oh-my-god-the-beautiful-Eiffel-tower’ moment that everyone seemed to suggest it would be. Like New York, where Freyja and I went the previous year, the Eiffel Tower felt over-hyped.

You think Paris you think Eiffel Tower, you think New York and you think Statue of Liberty. For some people to see the iconic landmark in person is a huge deal. For Freyja and I, it was meh. We clearly appreciate the smaller things.

Freyja & Ellie, Eiffel Tower, Paris 2017

Don’t get us wrong, it is a lovely piece of architecture. But neither of us wanted to go to the top or stop and stare at it for more than 5 minutes. So we jumped back on the bus saw all the remaining sights on the tour. We were planning to get off and see most of them properly the following day.

We then headed back to the hotel. Grabbing yet more bottles of Prosecco and white chocolate Oreos on the way, and watched Midnight in Paris!

Funny Story:

Usually, Prosecco comes in a bottle with a cork you can twist and pull out, but the bottle we picked up that evening required a corkscrew. Dangerous! We were unable to pull it out so we went downstairs and asked the French receptionist if he could try. He proceeded to open the bottle by placing it on the floor between his shoes and pulling the cork out with force… it exploded all over his feet and the nice shiny floors.

We took the bottle and ran.

Day 3:

We got up, slightly worse for wear after yet more alcohol, and headed out for a day trip of shopping on the Champs Elysee. It’s a very long street, with the Arc de Triomphe at the end and absolutely massive shops but many of them weren’t to our taste.

Champs d'Elysee & Arc d'Triomphe, Paris 2017

I got myself a MAC lipstick, which is a tradition for me when I go on holiday now. And Frejya bought some special rose tea. We both got ran around the Disney store like little children. But forced ourselves not to buy anything and later we thought ‘why?’

We hopped back on the bus and then got on another Big Tour bus which took us around Montmartre. We saw the Moulin Rouge & the Sacre Coeur. Both of us were still hungover/tired so we stayed on the bus rather than get off and investigate. But we were happy as we were.

The Last Evening

Our intentions for the remainder of the day were to go back to the Eiffel Tower at night. We planned to have a glass of champagne as we said farewell to the city.

Beforehand we went out for dinner at a pizzeria and at about 9 pm we wanted to head to Trocadero. But it started to rain. And not just spit but rain. Hurricane rain. No-one-was-on-the-street-rain.

So what did we do… We forgot our Eiffel tower plans and walked the mile back to the hotel. Along the way, we got absolutely drenched, sang Edith Piaf, and said bonjour’ to every huddled person standing in the innards of the windowless cafes. And no, we weren’t drunk.

We got back to the hotel and were met by the same receptionist who shuffled us back outside whilst he went and got us towels. We weren’t going to ruin his reception again.

Back in our room, we opened all of the doors and windows and basically just sat on the bed listening to the thunderstorm. We watched the lightning with our remaining snacks and alcohol.

We eventually fell asleep and whilst I’m sure the Eiffel Tower is lovely at night we had a pretty spectacular one not looking at it, regardless.

Day 4:

We packed our bags and vacated our room.

As it was our last day we didn’t want to stray far so we wandered back down to the Louvre, our favourite place of the holiday, and walked around the Jardin Tuilliere and went to the Musee de Orangerie to look at all the famous Monet lily paintings.

We also stumbled across the oldest English bookshop in Paris and had a good old browse in there. Both of our purses were feeling a little strapped so we didn’t buy anything but it was lovely to just look around.

After our wander, we got some lunch and finally returned to the Gare du Nord to get back to London.

It was a really lovely holiday, relaxed yet packed full of things and extremely funny experiences! Everything you can possibly want from a holiday with your best friend in your twenties.

I can’t wait to go back. Paris was 100% *chefs kiss*.

Love Ellie x

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