I’m writing this post a month after our visit to the City of Lights, during which time I’ve thought a lot about the inherent values and stresses of blogging. On the one hand I am blessed with an outlet for my creative cravings but on the other, I feel like every moment of free time is a wasted blog opportunity. It’s hard to have a full-time job and try to blog when you’re a perfectionist and want to give 100% to both. I’ll admit Paris Part 3 isn’t my best visual work but then again, I started this blog with the intention of documenting my life in a pure, genuine way void of glamorous shots you see on popular fashion blogs. I wanted my blog to feel real, not curated which is a hard balance when you also appreciate how beautiful curation can look.

For the next few posts, I’m going to try to let go of my drive to create perfection and instead focus my attention towards honest writing and photography. I hope you like it.

xo
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Palais Royale

Zara everything, literally: Zara skirt, Zara Sweatshirt, Zara boots. Outfit for under $150, hell yea Zara

One of our favorite parts of the trip was a walking tour of Montmartre by Discover Walks Paris. It was totally free though tips are encouraged (we gave $20 at the end of the tour). Our guide, Florent aka Feefo, was HILARIOUS. Dan and I had the time of our lives listening to all the interesting history behind this neighborhood that was once home to Picasso, Renoir, Monet and Van Gogh. Seriously a must do if you’re ever a Paris.

Best steak in town is at Robert et Louise, a no fuss and no thrills restaurant in the trendy Le Marais neighborhood. 1/2 their menu consists of various cuts of beef so it’s pretty clear what they’re experts in. All the steaks are tossed on an open fire grill that you can actually see on your way to their cellar downstairs where we ate. 

The Eiffel Tower does a fantastic light show from sunset to 1AM for the first 5 minutes of every hour. We had planned on finishing dinner around 10:30PM and heading over for the 11PM show but things took longer than expected and Dan was eating like he had all the time in the world. After death staring him during his last bites of steak and potatoes, he finally got the hint and we sprinted to the Eiffel Tower. Traveling really does bring people closer together doesn’t it?

Dan and I recently spent 3 and a half days in Paris, which at first felt like enough time to soak up the highlights, especially since I’ve visited the city before. But on the last day, when we mistakenly thought there wouldn’t be lines at the Louvre at 9am or when we realized we didn’t really get to see any art during the trip, I decided I was completely wrong. This city is too charming to rush through cappuccinos and croissants, or to almost murder your boyfriend when he still wasn’t done with his steak yet and the Eiffel Tower light show is about to start.

Highlights on days 1 and 2 below. I’m also in the midst of writing an itinerary of our trip. I’m a major planner and have an insane organizational system when it comes to travel. Dan says it’s scary how much joy I get from making a schedule. But then again he also texted me today because one of his Insta fans DM’d him for our Paris itinerary so I’m not too sorry about my addiction to planning.

One general thing to note: I love Paris’ architecture with its charming streets and antique roofs so outside of visiting the Notre Dame and Eiffel Tower, spent a lot of day 1 and 2 just wandering around a few the 3rd and 6th arrondissements. Dan likes to take a different approach to traveling – he prefers historical and tourist sites over killing your feet (aka my bunion) just walking all day.

Louis Vuitton purse, Loft faux fur coat, Zara blouse and boots

Nothing more classic than a Parisian rooftop

The owner of above restaurant came out to yell at me to buy something or leave about 30 seconds after this photo was taken.

Best croissants in town @ Sebastian Gaudard

Mango top, Michele watch, Sam Edelman loafers

I subsisted on escargots during this trip. I’ve always adored this dish but didn’t develop a taste for it until after high school (the last time I visited Paris was in 11th grade) so this was the first time having authentic, buttery, garlic-y, herb-y escargots. Even if it sounds gross to you, it’s a must try. At the very least you’ll love dipping French bread in the sauce.

Coolest fashion, architecture and flower shops on every block

Au revoir Paris, you’ve been good to us.

Good bye 2017 – you were full of surprises and taught me so much but I’m so looking forward to 2018 and all of its opportunities to travel. I already have a three day trip to Paris booked for March. It’s my third time in the City of Love, but my first visiting with someone I’m in love with. How exciting!!

Of course, I’m already thinking ahead and dreaming about where else my passport will take me to in 2018. So far, I’m thinking:

Zara coat, Zara Scarf, BDG Jeans, Matisse Loafers, Quay Sunglasses

Since being diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder about three years ago, I’ve become almost consumed by the idea of anxiety. I’m constantly checking to see whether or not my chest is constricted, whether or not my heart is racing, etc. This past week, I decided to ban the word anxiety for one month (sans for this blog post :) I realized by constantly discussing my anxiety, I was actually making things worse. Even my boyfriend noticed that it wasn’t until he started dating me that he ever even thought about anxiety. And just a few weeks ago, I wrote an entire post on it.

Let me tell you, it’s done wonders. It’s enabled me to focus on the positive moments in life, like

  • the bliss of seeing my baby nephews this weekend
  • the satisfaction of cooking my favorite Thanksgiving sides (six sticks of butter included)
  • the comfort of spending a whole day watching Netflix in our home theatre
  • the joy of finally visiting the Renwick Gallery in DC
  • and walking around Georgetown when it’s a crisp 61 degrees (my idea of perfect weather)

Now whenever I find myself feeling anxious, I stop myself from saying it outloud and force myself talk to about anything else. At first it was hard to not acknowledge my feelings, but after a few days, I found the time between noticing a twinge of anxiety and changing the subject to something else getting shorter and shorter. I’ve become more accustomed to letting a moment of anxiety pass rather than letting it overwhelm me.