Work got the best of me, and now that things have calmed down, I can once again reminisce about our two-week vacation in Paris.
Christmas Eve began with us sleeping in as usual. With one week behind us and another week ahead of us, we started to feel comfortable. We now understood the Metro a whole lot better – enough that we didn’t need the map as often, which was a good thing as my Metro map was now ripped to pieces and was looking more like an ancient artifact (which maps are becoming anyway).
We headed over to Champs Elysees because since we got here, I hadn’t seen a Christmas Market. When we went a year ago in 2011, we were always at a Christmas Market, but probably because we were always at a tourist spot. This trip didn’t seem so Christmasy as the year before because we’ve done all the touristy things and tried to avoid it, so I was sort of yearning for that piece. We started at the Metro stop Champs-Elysees Clemencaeu (Line 1), and walked towards the Place de la Concorde. We walked through the Jardin des Tuileries and I actually enjoyed it better than the Jardin du Luxembourg probably because there were more people here.
We headed over to the Louvre for some photos and to find a pasta place that we were told about. No luck as we headed down to the Carrousel du Louvre to have a look around the underground shopping.
We decided to go to the Oberkampf in the 11th arrondissement to see if Au Passage was open (a restaurant we had seen on Anthony Bourdain) – it was not. We decided to also make reservation for the following night at Aucciel (the Chinese hotpot place), but that was not needed as well. We ended up eating a small bar/cafe, that I don’t even know the name. Surprisingly, it was here that I had my first duck dish in Paris (I had originally thought I would be eating duck every night). And surprisingly, it was the potatoes that was memorable!
We also decided to head back to the Ponte de Arts bridge to lock our love in Paris and throw the key into the Seine. How romantic!
I can’t even remember where we had dinner that night. I hadn’t even wrote about it so it was nothing spectacular. Oh, actually, I think we went exploring again in Montmartre in the evening and ended up being so indecisive about dinner, we ended up just eating a nutella banana crepe. I’m not complaining, but I was surprised Jay went for it too.