Traveling on my own is a challenge, not because I have difficulty keeping my own council, but because I want to share the things I’m seeing with someone else. My friend Beth was with me in Amsterdam (which was awesome for a whole host of reasons, not the least of which being, she’s really freakin’ cool), but since Monday afternoon, I’ve been alone. Tomorrow night, however, I won’t be! I’m arriving in Paris a few minutes past six, and I’ll be staying with my old friend Joyce and her lovely boyfriend Pierre.
I can’t tell you how excited I am to be going to Paris. I’ve only been there once before, for three or so days on a family trip. I remember happening into a sale at Printemps, discovering Sephora before it was on every corner in New York, eating sushi (tres Francais, non?), going up the Eiffel Tower, and going to EuroDisney. This is going to be a very different visit. I’d still like to hit up Sephora if we have the chance, but only because I’m running low on foundation. This time around, I’m hoping to go to the Louvre, see Notre Dame and Monmartre, go to Mariage Freres for tea, and (if I have the time and the weather cooperates) visit Versailles. Of course, I’ll only be there until Monday, so chances are I won’t be able to do everything. My guess is, Versailles will be the thing I’ll miss.
One of the things that I’m really psyched about is being with Joyce. I’ve not seen her since September and I’m really looking forward to catching up with her. She’s been living in Paris for almost two years now (I think), so she’s got the proverbial lay of the land. I’m hoping to see the city through her eyes a bit. It’s funny; the first time I traveled alone, it was to visit Joyce in London, and now I’m visiting her in Paris with London as my home base. Weird.