glimpses of paris

In 7th grade, I decided to make a 3-d glass model of the Louvre for my French class project. My mom drove me to the hardware store to buy the sheets of glass that I would use to make this pyramid. I bought black tape as well so I could line the sides of the glass to look similar to the Louvre. All I remember now are the many hours it took to construct my mini-Louvre, and all of my French has unfortunately seemed to escape me. Nevertheless, despite my disappointing French skills, Paris never seems to disappoint me. I could just sit for hours outside the Louvre on a sunny day, stroll in the perfectly hemmed Tuileries garden, and take a million pictures of the Eiffel Tower and never get sick of it.

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a paris icon: the eiffel tower

When one thinks of Paris, the Eiffel Tower is one of the first things that most people think of. It’s an incredible icon of Paris. There were abundant reminders of this beautiful iron¬†structure all over Paris. I must admit, I probably had close to 100 pictures with the Eiffel Tower in it.

One of the memorable parts of this Paris trip was actually going inside the Eiffel Tower to the upper levels. We must have waited for over an hour, and it was a chilly night, but definitely worth waiting for the elevator. Even though we didn’t go all the way to the tippy top (someone had a fear of heights, I won’t name names), it was well worth it. Now, I can say, I’ve been inside the Eiffel Tower. On our way down, we took the stairs, and I felt so bad for the people that were walking UP the tower! At one point, I started to encourage the people climbing up. I would not recommend walking up the stairs, especially on a cold day.

The last night in Paris, we of course went back to the Eiffel Tower and enjoyed the lights while eating Pierre Herme macarons. I didn’t eat them all, and brought the remaining ones back with me to Singapore! I think the next country in Europe I plan on visiting is Spain! I just found out that one of my friends will be studying abroad there. Anyone interested?! ūüôā

Stay tuned for more posts on my summer in ny!  

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a few of my favorite things {paris}

To say that I’m a bit behind would be an understatement, but nevertheless I think it’s time to start posting my Paris pics from March, then I can post more current pics from NY. It’s hard to not fall in love with Paris after visiting. This was my second time going back (as an adult), and I felt like I could live here. Really, how hard would it be to eat delicious chocolate croissants, baguettes, and¬†macarons everyday? I loved that the¬†apartment we stayed at was walking distance to the Eiffel Tower. ¬†Every morning, we grabbed breakfast from the bakery on our street and ate on a bench at the park next to the¬†Eiffel Tower. So Paris definitely has a piece of my heart still there. Here are some of my favorite parts of Paris. Enjoy! xoxo.

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Paris Through the Years

A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I decided to get my self-portrait drawn by the street artists in Montmartre after hearing from my dad that I got it done when I was younger. Well, it turns out that this was a true story (Korean parents are good at making up stories). ¬†Here is the proof! I was in Paris when I was 2 years old. We were living in London then. Kristi suggested that I post a picture of the self portrait from back then and the current one, but I don’t think my parents kept it. So here is ¬†a peek at Paris from the past to the present.

  

Views of Extravagance in Versailles

Slice of Life Challenge Entry#30

Views of Extravagance in Versailles

I wonder what it would be like to wake up and realize that you live in Versailles.

I wonder what it would be like to see beautifully hemmed trees and gardens outside your bedroom.

I wonder what it would be like to have a home so big that you could get lost finding the bathroom.

I wonder what it would be like to have breakfast served  on silver plates.

I wonder what it would be like to have a lake where you can row your boat.

I wonder what it would be like to grow up with acres of green land in your backyard.

I wonder what it would be like to have a separate estate in the King’s palace like Marie Antoinette.

I wonder what it would be like to have painting s that belong in museums on your ceilings.

I wonder what it would be like to live in such extravagance.

 

What do you wonder?

*I’m leaving Paris in a few hours! It has been amazing. Hopefully I will post some more photos and thoughts on Paris later on.¬†

Getting Lost in Paris

Slice of Life Entry #24

“Is that the Eiffel Tower?” Asked my friend.

“I think so…” I replied. From the far distance we could see the top of the Eiffel Tower shining it’s beacon of light to the city.

We had finally made it to Paris after a long and tiring 12 hour direct flight from Seoul. We had been up for way too many hours as it was already over midnight in Seoul, but only 6pm in Paris when we arrived. We had made our way by bus from the airport to Mont Parnasse, the area where our hotel was. Now the hard part was trying to figure out how to get from the bus stop to our hotel which should be a “short” walk according to our hotel.

As we wandered through the cobblestone streets with our luggage in one hand and a map in the other we tried to make sense of the roads. We found a few maps on the street, but they ended up misleading us. We were walking for a while, hungry and tired. We were definitely lost in Paris.

I saw a Parisian couple crossing the street and started walking towards them.

“Excusez-moi. Excusez-moi!” I shouted towards them. The tall and good looking couple finally turned around. We showed them the map of where our hotel was and they looked at it and luckily spoke English mixed with some French. They took a good look at our map and told us to walk with them. They walked with us down to the main street to make sure we were going the right way and then gave us further directions.

We finally arrived at our hotel. Whoever said that Parisians were not very friendly were wrong. Tonight, I’m thankful for the help of strangers.