I began dreaming of Paris in my early teens.  I’d imagine myself at all the tourist spots and strolling down the streets and avenues just happy as can be because I was in Paris.  I purposely took three years of high school French because my intention was to move to Paris for a few years and pursue a career in fashion and I wanted to blend in.  I lovingly made those plans that unfortunately never came to fruition, but my love for Paris never wavered.  It took me a lot more years and a few canceled trips before I’d finally stroll the streets of Paris but I can enthusiastically say the reality of the actual trip  did not disappoint on any level and was far, far better than my limited knowledge and imagination took me.  I just knew in my gut I’d love the city and my gut was 100% spot on.

I’ve been back a few times since and I can’t imagine another city taking its place as my favorite, we shall see. This is only a very tiny sample of my recollection of that first visit.  I was a bright eyed tourist and so this trip reflects that.  I have ventured farther in later trips but I’ll save those for a future post.

My first day exploring Paris. I obviously named this “An American in Paris”.

Moulin Rouge.  I stood across the street like all the other tourists and had a grand old time watching the lights.

The stroll down Avenue des Champs-Élysées.  It was raining but it didn’t deter the excitement one bit.

Notre-Dame de Paris.  I didn’t make it inside, there was so much to see and not a lot of time to do it in, but the view was amazing.


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