I started to see its appeal.
And maybe it was eurostar, the delightful city centre to city centre high speed train that takes you from Kings Cross St Pancras to Gar de Norde in 2.4 hours--that's barely a nap. Or maybe it was Montmartre. Or maybe it was the rekindling of emotions and memories of study abroad days long gone by.
The last time I was in Paris I got something of an authentic experience by staying with Elodie, my good friend from my Edinburgh days. In fact, my blog's birth documented that trip as my first on this here blog space. Those were the days of bad formatting and no captions. And now, it seems i've come full circle. So maybe it's got very little to do with Paris and more to do with being a grown-up, whatever that is.
Regardless, the three of us eurostarred it in arriving late on friday night and I came back sans travelling companions late sunday night in order to get back to that slog I call work. Nothing remarkable happened. But it was europe. Real, live, people are not speaking english europe.
We ate. We drank. We got lost.
And since Nasim and Jason had never been before, we did every single i'm a tourist walking in paris thing known to man. Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Eiffel tower again, walks on the Seine, crepes, Montmatre, etc. I tried to be super cool with my pink fuji camera sandwiched between my photographically clad friends with multiple zoom lensed Canons. I am happy to admit that my photos don't look so bad.
Montmartre
I've finally figured out how to simultaneously pronounce both r sounds in this city borough. It's expensive. It's touristy, artisty and bohemian. my favourite!
Notre Dame
Along the River
something french, salmony and delightful
restaurants on the touristy left bank 
Shakespeare and Company, an amazing, albiet expensive, english bookstore near Notre dame
Chain Bridge day two to come!
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