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Bag check, one and a half hours in line to buy a ticket, then another bag check, ten minutes waiting for the elevator and finally up here. Behold the million dollar view! The whole city could fit in the palm of your hand. Almost magical experience until someone asks you to move cause you have occupied the best picture spot. Hehe.. Can you blame me?
Second random bunch of photos to sum up our movements around the city. One thing I'm very proud of is that I have a confidence that I understand the subway system in Paris and able to get to any destination, which is a great improvement from last time. During my first trip to Paris three years ago I burned a lot of cash on taxi cause I was way too scared to take the subway. Paris metro map with its three hundred stations does look confusing to an untrained eye, but after a few trips it's not a big deal. There is a structure in all this madness, plus every station has an information booth where you can also buy tickets if the battle against the ticket machine becomes too frustrating.
Another thing worth mentioning is that we visited Jim Morrison's grave. I don't have any pictures of it, because I feel it would be too morbid to share but also for the reason that it wasn't really that interesting, just a stone with a name and some fresh houseplants. I guess I'm just not that big of The Doors fan to appreciate it. By the evening we ended up at Montmartre to enjoy a fantastic view of the city and a lovely dinner. We had an amazing waiter. He was a kind of guy who knew how to have fun while working, cracking up jokes and being as charming as only a french guy can be. I always forget that I have to give a kiss on both cheeks. The food was fine but the apple pie was damn good ;)
This might be one of the biggest posts I've ever posted based on the amount of photos. Armed with a cup of coffee and a muffin and ready to go. We got to the Louvre bright and early with our online booked tickets expecting no resistance. Still there was a huge line outside. How is it possible? I love being a tourist and explore. But god how much do I hate all the other tourists! They are the worst! A plague aimed explicitly at me! Always in the way, walking in groups blocking my path and my view and what is even worse they really like wearing clothing in glaring colors. Like who would not want a glowing red or acid green sweater in the background taking away all the attention! I was complaining to my cousin's girlfriend and suggested that all the tourists should be banned from wearing bright clothing and allowed only neutrals like black, grey or white. "Don't forget pink hair" - she added. "Jepp, and the pink hair if it helps my case"- hehe.. I don't think my hair is that bad, or? Hmm...
Louvre is so massive that I got lost there somewhere on the second floor and could not find my way out if my life depended on it. I was following the arrows pointing towards the exit but it turned out I was only getting myself farther and deeper into the never ending black hole of art. If my feet could talk they would be screaming and crying in agony. Seven hours later I was finally out waiting another half an hour in the toilet line with hundreds of other unfortunate souls. But, hey! How often am I here? Gotta suck it up and keep going. Absolutely worth it, every single second well spend. Sadly same thing cannot be said of all days.
Hey babes! I hope all of you had a great week so far. I've been busy with house renovations and other stuff ... like giving my thumb a workout swiping through Tinder haha...What a time thief that little app is?! I've been swiping and clicking for hours and I never got to the end of it. Puh! Have any of you made any friends there? I really want to know. Anyways, here some of the shots from last week. My cousin and his longtime girlfriend invited me to be the third wheel on their trip to Paris. And I was like hell yeah! It would be my pleasure to ruin your romantic weekend. It was in the middle of the week but let's call it a weekend. No, just kidding! I did find a few amazing girls who were traveling alone and we had a lot of fun exchanging life experiences, and now I have personal tour guides in many countries!:) I think I might start traveling by myself more often. Take a notice we've found Nicholas Flamel's house. If you remember him from Harry Potter. Turns out he was a real person and a well known alchemist in the beginning of the 15th century and I was standing on the steps of his house. Crazy, right?
Hey babes! I'm packing my bags and leaving super early tomorrow. So excited to go back to one of my favorite cities and homeland to my beautiful Chanel bag. Yet again I won't be posting anything while there but you know, as soon I get back I will share every single detail. I will be updating my instagram though @luxynomad. Have an awesome weekend loves <3