10 Days in France…Scenes from Our Time in Paris (B&W)
So, yes, we’ve been in France these past 10 days!
Originally planned to be our “babymoon”, not realizing the struggles that lay ahead, it ended up being a much-needed respite from real life. No fertility drugs/needles, no alcohol/caffeine restrictions, no work, no cell phones or laptops. Nothing but time for just the two of us to reconnect and recharge.
It was my 2nd time and Dan’s first to Paris, and my first time to the French countryside. I’ll provide a few posts with excerpts from our holiday, as we not surprisingly took a ton of photos.
How was it, you ask?
Well, I truly adore my husband so we made the most of wherever we were. But Paris as a city? I don’t have any crazy need to return. In my 20’s it was phenomenal. 16 years later, I found the city overall to be highly, highly overrated. It reeked – from the nonstop cloud of cigarette smoke, to the urine-soaked city streets accessorized with the occasional mixture of both human AND dog feces on the sidewalks, to the self-absorbed, assholish attitudes of most people on the streets (and many service staff in the restaurants), (even in the late autumn) masses of tourists acting like idiots in nearly every arrondisement (let me tell you, the selfie stick thing is fucking out of control – people care more about walking around staring at themselves in a camera than actually looking directly at what’s around them), to the heightened fear I had after being verbally (and nearly physically) harassed by the criminals posing as souvenir hawkers, it just didn’t make sense for me. I’m not saying we didn’t have some lovely moments, which I’ll show you, but it’s definitely not a city I’d return to.
The countryside, on the other hand? Absolutely in love. We agreed that our next travel to Europe will most definitely focus on being out in our element – nature. You’ll see by the vast quantity of photos where our passions truly were, and I still get smiles remembering the gorgeous fall strolls we took in the early mornings out in the small village of Giverny where Monet called home.
Getting home last night and having our sweet Ruby to give hugs and kisses to that night, then enjoy good clean air and water and a complete lack of pretention in our little neck of the woods? That was a beautiful sigh of relief. Nothing like travel to remind you where your heart is 🙂
Starting off in black and white, here is a smattering of shots for your perusal…enjoy and let me know your thought (but don’t use w/o my permission, as usual) !