
OUR AIRBNB
One of the best parts of our trip was staying in the most perfectly aesthetic Airbnb of our dreams! Airbnb posted a photo of this place on their Instagram and I’ve had it saved for almost a year. When Mark and I were looking for a place to stay, I sent this one to her and she agreed! It’s crazy how Instagram has changed the way people travel; I’m so grateful.









DAY ONE
Sunrise Strolls Along the Seine
My best advice for anyone visiting Paris, especially in the summer, is to wake up early. And honestly, you don’t even need to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. If you start walking close to 8am (even 9am!), the city is still asleep. I noticed that a lot of cafés don’t open until around 10am or 11am. Save for a few cars whirring by, we had the streets all to ourselves the morning of Bastille Day. We walked along the Seine towards Pont Alexandre III, the most ornate bridge in all of Paris.









Palais-Royal and The Colonnes de Buren
The top spot on my list of must-do’s was definitely the Palais-Royal. Back when I visited Europe in 2015 (when I was a baby in high school!), everything was planned out for us. Things my friends and I would have normally wanted to do were put on the back-burner for any future trip. So for the last three years, I have slowly been building my arsenal of must-visits via Instagram, Pinterest, blogs galore and the like. The Colonnes de Buren welcomed us when we stepped out of the metro. This is the perfect photo spot; it’s fairly empty most of the time and even when it was super busy, you can still find a secluded spot. Once you pass the columns, you walk right into the jardin du Palais-Royal, a garden lined with trees and those iconic Parisian chairs that surround fountains and courtyards. There are shops, not to mention Café Kitsuné (yum!), lining the gardens. I would come back here two more times during my stay (I’ll get to that later).








Café Culture
After walking around Palais-Royal, we explored around the 1st arrondissement. Stopping in grocery stores searching for vegan chocolate, pretending to know what we were reading in French bookshops, you know, the dream. Our second coffee stop of the day: Lézard Café. I think the fun part of traveling is not only doing and seeing and eating things you have been wanting to, but also stumbling upon places that you would never have seen or experienced if not for pure chance.








L’Appartement Sézane
Another anecdote of a time that confirmed Marquel and I were destined to be friends: we both wanted to visit the Sezane flagship. Before she arrived at our Airbnb, I was mapping out our itinerary in my head, hoping she would be down to go visit one of my top musts. Lo and behold, as I asked her where she wanted to go, what did she say? Yep, Sezane. Divine. After trolling around the alleyways of Paris, we arrived at opening (mind you it’s 10am). I swear, if my mind could explode onto four walls, this store would be it. It’s practically the French Madewell, so, you know. They even had treats out for a Bastille Day celebration.




Apartment Goals
Now back to our Airbnb. I cannot stress enough how perfect this space is. Mark and I had an impromptu shoot in our weekend apartment, complete with a vintage silk set she got from her mother.











St. Regis
After recovering from the heat of a Parisian summer, we made our way to my absolute favorite spot in Paris: Île Saint-Louis. A quaint island on the river Seine and home to my favorite ice cream shoppe, I stopped here more times than I could count. As jetlag began to hit, all I wanted was wine and cheese. Honestly, we chose St. Regis at random, as their tables overlooked the river and passersby. (Scroll for a photo of me enjoying my raspberry mojito.)




Day Two
Champion Du Monde
On Mark’s last day in Paris (she had to return to work in Milan, I know right?), we visited the Jardin du Luxembourg. Another spot that I seemed to miss during my trip in high school, we had a nice stroll through the gardens as the tourists started rolling in. After moving me to my hostel, we sadly parted ways. Now that I was alone, everything from then on was (mostly) spontaneous. I knew one thing, however: I wanted to watch France play in the World Cup. To say the entire city was on the edge of their seat was an understatement. Every bar, cafe, TV in the city was streaming the game. I made my way back to the Palais-Royal and the entire garden was silent. The only thing you could hear was a large crowd murmuring towards the back corner of the gardens. Following an alleyway outside of the garden, I stumbled upon a small pub, hosting a crowd of about fifty, drinking and smoking and ready to cheer on their country. Awkwardly American, I strayed towards the back as the game started. Within the first 10 minutes(?), France scored. That small crowd in a quiet alleyway erupted in screaming, hugging, crying. Soon after, you could hear the apartments above us, down the street, around the corner, all cheering. It was magnificent, but I wanted to experience it in a grander way. It pained me to walk away from such an intimate crowd; call me sentimental . I decided to head towards the big one: the giant crowd under the Eiffel. By the time France scored again, I was passing a larger restaurant, with every head turned to the single TV in the far corner. More cheers. After a misdirected metro ride, I finally made my way through the Embarcadero. A small restaurant along the Seine, seated under the Eiffel Tower, erupted in screaming and confetti and blue and red powders flying through the air. France. Freaking. Won. As if I was watching a real life Les Mis revolution unfold, the streets flooded with French-blooded victors, marching (as I learned later) to the Champs-Élysées. Pedestrians stood in the middle of the street to high-five motorcyclists. People riding on the roofs of cars, the French flag waving on their backs. Strangers meeting and hugging. Yeah, it was overwhelming, but my God it was beautiful.
Day Three + Four
Call Me Amélie
My itinerary for the next day was basically to emulate my favorite


The Best View in Paris
Something my mom encouraged me to do during my stay was to climb the Arc de Triomphe and look out on the city from the top. After a little bit of research, I read that there were 284 steps to get to the top. Again, I was winded just thinking about it. Surprisingly enough, once I actually started climbing, the trek was not as bad as I originally imagined. And the view was so worth it. I always dreamed of seeing the Eiffel Tower like that and the lookout wasn’t too crowded in the morning.



Honorable Mentions:
Berthillon: If you go anywhere in Paris, 10/10 would recommend Berthillon. The best ice cream in Paris and internationally reknowned, I visited the shop on Île Saint-Louis so many times that the scooper recognized me by the third night. My go-to order: sea salted caramel. My dairy splurge for the year.






If you’ve reached this point, I applaud you for sticking around to read (or scroll for pics) through that whole thing. Most of the time I spent by myself, I left my camera at my hostel so I could soak in the city. Paris just can’t be beat.