We were tempted to sleep in on on our kid-free vacation, but Paris is not a city for catching up on your Z’s. Paris is a city for early-morning strolls to the Place des Vosges!
Lav and I knew we’d only have time for one museum during our visit, so we settled on the Pompidou for our art fix. We grabbed a couple of croissants and coffees on Rue Montorguiel and then hopped in line to beat the crowds.
This place! I had an annual pass to the Pompidou during my year abroad and would pop in every couple of weeks to visit Dubuffet and Matisse and Kandinsky. This place is where I learned to love art.
GIACOMETTI. I missed him.
Our energy waned a couple of hours into our visit, so we took a rest under a web of earbuds.  Quite serene, actually!
We grabbed lunch back in the Marais, and my warm Chevre-topped salad and glass of white wine left me ready to jam again. Off we went to the Promenade Plantee!
This elevated walking path near Bastille offers up-high views of Parisian streets and then dips down to a series of tunnels and woods. Much of the trail was new to me – it was fun to turn over a new French stone.
We hung out at the apartment for a bit before dinner and then struck back out for dinner at Le Rigmarole. First though, a quick stop at Carette for salted caramel macarons.
And a quick stop at this little shop for earrings. Being able to pop into any little store on any little whim felt like such a luxury.
We reveled in our two-hour, eight-course meal and then caught the Metro to Trocadero. And…there she is!
Not a bad place to end the day. Not bad at all.
