Visions of Paris

Bonjour eaters!

Long time no talk (write? Read?), right?

Sorry I wasn’t around on Thursday, but the wifi at my hotel ended up being pretty spotty. Oh, and I was busy boozing rocking my face off at the Dropkick Murphys show.

But I got home from Paris last night, was greeted by the most lovely snow storm, and now am happily home in my ‘flat. And since visions of sugar plums Paris are still dancing in my head, let’s rewind, shall we?

Don’t worry, I’ll just hit the highlights.

M’mate Cate and I felt on Wednesday afternoon. We should have left at 3:01pm, but apparently you’re supposed to show up at least a half hour before Eurostar trains, not like 7 minutes.

Luckily, the Eurostar employees were really nice and changed us to the later train for free (even though the tickets were non-transferable).

But all was good once we got on the train because we had train-beer.

And train-Rolos. And train-Haribo. And more train-beer.

"It's like a top hat for your knee" - Cate

Because I like to travel in style, ya dig?

While in Paris, Cate and I stayed at Hotel Esmeralda. This was a pretty lovely little find. For 90€ a night, we got a small and minimalistic, but nice room with plenty of heaters (did I mention the high was something like 28F the whole time?), a big and newly renovated bathroom, and view of Notre Dame.

The only drawback? If you’re on the taller or wider end of an average build then you will be miserable here.

While in Paris we did some typical touristy things:

We visited Notre Dame.

Notre Dame at dusk.

This is my third time visiting the Cathedral and I still find issue with it. My issue being that they never stop tours. Tours continue during special services. Tours continue during Sunday mass.

People are constantly snapping pictures and talking. Some people even take pictures of the people attending the service.

Maybe this is my Catholic school training coming out, but I find this really disrespectful.

But my personal beef aside, the Cathedral is beautiful.

I insisted that we visit my favorite bookstore ever — Shakespeare & Co.

I don't think you understand how in love I am with this bookstore.

This is a famous bookstore that has a connection to so many of this century’s greatest writers. Allen Ginsburg, Sylvia Beach, Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Earnest Hemmingway, and countless others have all frequented this absolutely perfect little hole in the wall.

I’m gushing, I realize. That’s just the literature lover in me coming out.

Every time I visit this bookstore I’m reminded of the need to read the books of what is often considered “the lost generation.” Thus, I left with two Hemmingway books.

We also ate plenty of cheese and baguettes with wine.

Why are there flossers on the table, you ask?

Because when you forget to bring a knife, you have to improvise. That’s the same reason we mixed pear, cheese, and bread in our mouths.

How do you do that, you ask?

Take a bite of pear...

...take a bite of cheese and bread...

...and reap the benefits of your resourcefulness.

It may sound weird, but really, it was the best possible solution.

We also had the most ah-maze-ing crepe dinner.

Together we split a galette (a savory crepe made of buckwheat flour) filled with cheese, ham, and mushrooms, with a side salad.

Trust me when I say this, the ham (“jambon” in French) is so much better in France. And the gooey cheese and salty ham and meaty mushrooms all sandwiched in the crispy, buttery, nutty galette was a dream. Literally, I can’t even think of words to describe it.

And for dessert we split a crepe with Nutells, banana, and pan fried apples.

While I would have preferred the apples to be inside the crepe, that little oversight didn’t take away from this being like eating a Nutella-filled cloud.

But while all of that was great, it wasn’t the real reason we went to Paris. Oh no eaters, the absolute highlight of the trip was the concert.

I absolutely love the Dropkick Murphys. I mean, they’re a boisterous band that sings about drinking, fighting, and raucous living.

What’s not to like?!

And the best part was…drum roll…I got on stage!

This is the scene from the stage.

Whenever they play the song “Kiss Me I’m Shitfaced” they invite women to come on stage and sing along. Of course I knew this going in and thus positioned myself at the very front of the crowd. So when I heard the first few notes of the song, I jumped over the divider and BOOM! I was on stage.

It was pretty fucking awesome.

I even sang into a microphone. It was fan-fucking-tastic.

And that’s about the highlights. I have a million more pictures, but I think you’re paid attention long enough.

No really, you’re awesome for reading this long.

Your turn, eaters:

Have you ever gotten on stage at a concert?

If you were in a hotel room with no utensils and only your average hotel room stuff, what would you use as a knife?

G’night eaters!


  1. Hahaha I can't believe how NARROW that hallway is! you're clearly not in the states ;) haha

    That looks like such a fun trip!!!! ahhh! I'm loving all your pictures!

  2. LoveLiveAndLearn says:

    Oh my goodness, what a wonderful trip! I am really quite envious over here, I adore Paris! This sounds truly amazing :-) You ate my favourite crepe meal and that bookshop looks like my idea of paradise! I would love to go back, you've made me feel incredibly wistful. Lovely post :-)

  3. Marisa says:

    Looks like you had a great time! I can't wait to go to Paris in March. I just got back from Edinburgh, you definitely have to make a trip to Scotland. I'm so glad you found me I actually saw your site last week and was going to offer to meet for a pint. So glad you did! I don't have a twitter but email me anytime I would love to meet up in London! Cheers!

  4. The dish of 'Nutella-filled cloud' is looking so yummy that I can't wait to take a piece of it! It's a nice idea of ignoring the mistake of carrying the knife and you are not looking too much embarrassed for the fault moreover, you've invented a brilliant way to get rid of it. Great effort indeed! I've enjoyed the pleasant presentation of the journey. Thanks for it.

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