It’s Valentine’s Day and what is more romantic then Paris? There are many places within the city that scream romance, like the Eiffel Tower. Then there are some places that are a little less obvious, because yes, I find a cluttered old bookstore named after Shakespeare romantic! Plus it’s just across the Seine from Notre Dame and churches have become one of my favourite travelling pastimes.
My second photo shows the padlocks of a love lock bridge. The lock is initialed by the couple and the key tossed into the water, to symbolized unbreakable love. On a side note: As romantic as it sounds and as neat as they all look, the weight of the locks is damaging to the bridge structure. So I wouldn’t actually recommend doing it yourself.
Not pictured but equally as romantic is the The Paris Opera. This girl absolutely adores the ballet and wishes all the time that she could have been a ballerina. I guess I’ll just settle for pretending I am, as I dance around my living room. Seeing the costumes, stage and just the beauty of the building was a dream come true!
What are your favourite romantic spots to visit in Paris? Or anywhere for that matter? Comment below, I’d love to read them 🙂
I happen to really like this photo. It was taken at Monet’s house in Giverny, France. This is one of the places I had always wanted to go, so while in Paris I made a side trip. Turns out it is not the easiest place to get to from Paris, with regards to train timetables and connections. I had only half a day so I went very early in order to make the first bus connection to the house, ended up meeting a girl from Korea and sat for close to 3 hours in a little cafe. There is a market on Saturday morning I wanted to go to but ended up not for fear I’d get lost (something I am good at). All hopped up on cappuccinos, we caught the bus and took it all of 10 minutes to Monet’s house. It’s a bit of a walk from the bus drop off and people boogie to be first. The line up was long but luckily I had pre-purchased my ticket and went right in. I only had about an hour and a half at this point before for my train back to Paris so I did rush a bit but I got to see it all. His house is quaint and pretty inside (no pictures allowed) with gorgeous views of the garden. That garden was so special; I’ll probably do another post just on flowers in it. La piece de résistance, for me, would be the pond with its water lilies, weeping willows and bridges (yes I took a picture on one). His home inspired so many of his materpieces, it’s surreal to witness the beauty in real life. I was blessed with a perfect, sunny day to see the historic home of such a gifted artist and I feel special to have been there. Now, the story of my adventure to get back to Paris… I left with the intention of taking a taxi back to the train station; however I did not know to call before I left Monet’s. So after getting to the bus area and seeing no taxis, I opted to try and walk. That brilliant plan lasted 5 minutes as debris filled my shoes while I struggled down the side of a dirt road. I tried to get a hotel to call me a taxi but no one was around. About 10 minutes later, I stumble upon a restaurant with a bus outside; but again no one is around and it’s closed. Now I am panicking, convinced I will miss the train. Then a car pulls up. Inside is a woman, who happens to be the owners’ wife and her two daughters, I ask if she can call me a taxi and she offers to drive me. This is the only time in my life I ever hitchhiked (if you’d call it that). She owns a B&B in a neighbouring town and was so friendly and sweet. They saved the day because I made my train and got back to Paris in time. I am so grateful to her. On a side note, the nearest station is Vernon; that happens to be the inspiration of some of Monet’s paintings. One such painting my dad had hanging in our dining room since I can remember, and even though it looks nothing like that now, it was neat to be there in person.