How was I going to go back to France after 15 years and not visit Paris? I was departing ways with my family in Cere but it would be a great disservice if I didn’t at least carve out some time to refamiliarize myself in the City of Light. I am pretty well-traveled and have traveled independently for business, but this was my first time solo mission as a tourist. I was excited and nervous at the same time, but I felt confident about not having a set itinerary. I had a list of places and things I wanted to see and do and so I knew I would just figure it out from there.
I flew in from Bordeaux at 2pm on Thursday, August 15 and then had to leave by 3pm on Saturday, August 17 so I really only had two full days. I knew the city would be fairly quiet in August with some smaller shops potentially closed for summer holiday. Because I was set on not having a run-of-show I was hesitant to make restaurant reservations but then caved and emailed a restaurant high up on my list, Les Papilles, only to receive the disappointing news that they are closed during the month of August. That’s when I decided I’m really just going to ‘wing it’.
An important note: I walked EVERYWHERE. Didn’t take the metro once. I know it’s a very user-friendly public transportation system but my objective for these two days was to absorb as much of the city as possible. Even though I was there a long time ago and too young to really appreciate the culture and history, I do remember visiting landmark sights inside the Lourvre and Notre Dame Cathedral. I didn’t have time to mosey through the museum for five hours or wait in line to ascend the Eiffel Tower. This was a two day drive-by and my mentality was I’ll stop and savor the moments when I feel it’s right.
Here’s how my itinerary mapped out for the two days: green is half day 1, red is day 2 and black is half day 3.
Thursday, August 15
By the time I checked in to my hotel at the Hotel Danemark it was around 3pm so I had to get moving. I didn’t have a plan but I started freaking out as I walked down the streets because literally EVERYTHING was closed. Shops, cafes, EVERYTHING. It wasn’t until much later I was informed it was a major religious holiday and that all establishments should re-open on Friday. Phew! Well, there were places I knew would be open today where the huge swarm of tourists were, so I decided to get that out of the way. Pont des Arts, check. Lourvre, check. Tuileries Gardens, check. August festival in the gardens, double check. Place de la Concorde, check. Seine, check. Av des Champs-Elysees, check. Arc de Triomphe, check. Eiffel Tower, check. Last time I visited I went to the top of the Eiffel Tower so the one thing I was hoping to do was catch a couple aerial views atop the Arc de Triomphe but once I saw the tourist line I immediately about-faced to carry on my tour.
By the time I was done frolicking around with the tourists I had been walking for 5 hours and was ready for dinner and a couple glasses of wine. Problem: many restaurants were closed. I went back to the hotel and had them call six places down my list. All closed. Finally I realized one place a friend suggested, Relaise de l’Entrecote was about a block away from my hotel. I asked the concierge to make one last call and thankfully they were open. It’s received decent reviews, but they only serve one thing: steak frites with this “special sauce” which is something I have to be in the mood to eat and shocker: I wasn’t really in the mood to eat it at the time. I didn’t care, I just wanted a glass of wine. Not sure if the restaurant is always like this or if it was just because of the holiday but it was jam-packed. I ended up leaving semi-satisfied. In summary, I wouldn’t recommend it.
Friday, August 16
Today I was dedicating my time walking up to Montmartre to see Sacre-Coeur, take in the views of the city at the highest point of Paris and get lost through the beautiful cobble-stone side streets crowded with local artists, galleries, and food markets galore. It was convenient that I was passing through Centre Pompidou then also strolled up Rue Montorgueil, a popular market shopping street for local Parisians. And that’s where you get your really good, real taste of Paris. Don’t bother with a bistro or cafe. Walk to the market, stop in La Maison Kayser to grab a freshly baked baguette, hit the fromagerie to check out the morning’s fresh cheese and finally pluck a few pieces of fresh fruit, take a seat in the park and bon appétit! You have yourself a delicious petit dejeuner.
After walking up and around Montmartre, I stopped at Pierre Herme on my way home. Sarita informed me that they have the best macarons with flavors ranging from caramel brûlée, milk chocolate passion fruit and apricot pistachio. I am generally an ice cream girl and have actually never tried them before, so I picked up a couple to take home. OK, they were pretty darn good.
Then I ventured over to Ma Salle a Manger where I sat outside and enjoyed a foie gras and rosé dinner with a perfect view of the sunset over the Seine. And of course dinner wouldn’t be complete without dessert. I strolled through Rue de Bac on my way home and spotted a Berthillon ice cream cart. Now THAT was my kind of dessert. One scoop pistachio, one scoop salted caramel. Yes please.
Was that a lot of food for one day? I didn’t think so either. This is a food blog – keep up!
Saturday, August 17
I am feeling a little bloated but there’s no stopping me now. My hotel is two blocks away from the Jardin du Luxembourg so I was saving that visit for my final afternoon, along with a couple other nearby markets.
First stop was Rue Mouffetard for breakfast. You know the drill – baguette, fromage, fruit. The chèvre was stuffed with fresh figs and it was absolutely divine. They won’t cut pieces off for you so you need to just eat a little and walk around and save some for later.
There was another nearby market my grandmother’s friend recommended called Market Maubert. It is a very close two minute walk from Mouffetard so I passed through there on my way back to the gardens.
By the time I reached the Jardin du Luxemboug I was exhausted but it was a gorgeous day and I was completely in awe by the beauty surrounding me. I plopped down on the grass, pulled out some more of my cheese and baguette and thought to myself, ‘I could get used to this…’