Our trip in Photos:
The light in this photo reminds me of plimsolls & tanned ankles.
Lunch. Baguettes & panini. Du coca.
We stayed at the Hotel du Beaune. On the sixth floor of a narrow rickety building overlooking rooftops. The elevator was tiny. Wearing our backpacks (tiny! carry on size!) we were squashed inside. But it was clean and less than 10 minutes walking distance from the Louvre & the Seine.
The Eiffel Tower! and Maman by Louise Bouregeois hiding in the tree.
I lovelovelove that you can take photos in galleries as long as you don’t use flash.
So. Many. Stairs. 284 of them. No pause.
There were no gaps and there were people behind me alllll of the way.
I almost made it. About 7 before the end I had to stop. Then at the top, my throat tasted like blood. I didn’t think it was a good sign but I’m still alive so what do I know?
And the view was worth it.
Tomorrow, the Louvre!
(This post was brought to you by 500mL of Pinot Grigio Blush. Love. A couple of hours ago. Which is why I’m ending it now)