Here are some photos from my week in Paris at the start of this month. It was fun to revisit the city on what was functionally a solo trip; George was there for work so I didn't see him for most of the week, but I took the time off to wander on my own. Early November was a surprisingly beautiful time of year to be there: the fall foliage was at its prime, and there were no crowds or lines at almost all of the places I wanted to go.
Some quick highlights from my week:
- French food for lunch and Asian food for dinner: I wasn't meant to eat butter three meals a day. This felt like the right balance for me to enjoy French food (and often at better prices at lunchtime) on a daily basis, plus I found solo dining at Asian restaurants to be less daunting for dinner. Thanks to Mary for the Asian recs: Abri Soba; Mam from Hanoi; Sanukiya
- Photo tour with Tory, who captured all of the snaps of me, including on my SLR, throughout picturesque spots across the city in one day. I wish I had a Tory in every city I traveled to!
- Coffee roasting experience at a studio inside the Passage de Panoramas: I've been trying to prioritize doing more "making" activities this year instead of just constantly consuming, but didn't want to do a baking class and end up with too many sweets or baked goods than I could reasonably eat before they went bad. Learning how to roast my own coffee beans was a nice way to make something that I could savor at home later, and the setting made it fun to learn more about the history and architecture of Paris
- Sketching, reading, writing in cafes and parks around town; The Likeness by Tana French was my constant companion for the week, and I savored every minute of that book
- While the other museums I went to were new to me (Jeu de Paume, Musée Carnavalet), I loved revisiting the Musée d'Orsay with a guided tour. Orsay is among my top five favorite museums I've ever been to, full stop, and everything about it—the old train station building, the views of Paris from gallery floors, and of course the collection itself of my favorite period of art history—made it worth going back to
- I'll never tire of the thrill of catching up with old friends in new places
We also stopped by London for a few days before coming back, and I found that I don't miss it the way I used to when I first left. Maybe it was the misery of getting sick again at the end of the trip or maybe it was something more intangible: the opportunity cost, that life I could have had if I toughed it out and stayed four years ago, doesn't seem so sweet anymore—either way, I found myself glad to be coming home and grateful to live in New York, despite everything.
