Paris. It has always been a city that I’ve heard many great things about, but I didn’t realize what all the talk was about until I was there.
The flight from Iceland flew from Reykjavik at 7:00am and arrived in the early afternoon to a bright and sunny airport. Both Ariane and I arrived exhausted from the early flight and instead of taking things easy the first night, we decided to jump on a subway and poke around downtown.
Paris is a remarkable city in many ways. For starters, you can be riding a perfectly normal metro system that smells constantly of urine, only to surface upon the Musee du Louvre, which threatens to swallow you whole as you walk within and around the center fountain and surrounding gardens.
Our visit to the Louvre was based off of an outdated guidebook, so we arrived to closed doors thinking that we would be able to sneak a peak during their extended hours. As a result we ended up walking to the next closest monument, L’Arc de Triomphe.
This lead us through the huge gardens that are apart of the Louvre and down Champs Elysées, a major street decorated with Parisian parks and gardens, as well several Renaissance and Baroque buildings. The sun was setting as we arrived at the Arc de Triomphe, and we climbed the many stairs to the top to take a look around.
It was an ambitious thing to do, and when we got home at the end of the night, we had been awake a total of 20 hours, but, as you can see from the pictures, it is a beautiful place.