The morning began with a walk to one of our favorite coffee shops, Fragments, with two of our best friends.
Then off to Marchée Bastille to share a crêpe and do some people-watching. You insisted on buying me a bundle of lavender…
Off to discover a new-to-me Parisian path- La Promenade Plantée. Serenity in a french highline, walking eye-to-eye with the most romantic rooftops in the world.
Then on to another new discovery, Village St-Paul, where we snuck through the block, to the inner layer of hidden shops brimming with antiques and the curiosities of yesteryear.
A short walk to Le Marais for some famous falafel. A circle around a pop-up artisan market to remind us of Providence. A quick “bonjour!” to our friends at Place des Vosges.
Home for a shower and suspicious phone home.
On to Les Enfants Perdue for “no salades!” dinner.
A walk to the Green Linnet for “no wine!” Gypsy Jazz.
A quick whisk into a slow über to arrive at La Tour Eiffel, exactly at 12:01, minuit.
A “no fruit!” nutella crêpe, a walk to Trocadero, a seat on a bench, a conversation about bunions, babies, some bravery, and…
A clock striking the first hour of the new day in the form of a glittering tower.