Perfect Sunday Walk in Paris

What gets one out of bed on a Sunday morning? Well, if you’re in Paris, the choices for how to spend the day are not only plentiful but also relaxing a restorative. Here are a few tips on how to spend your Sunday… Stop by any of the local marchés to pick up raw snacks and a baguette for a picnic later. A leisurely stroll through St. Germain. Even though most shops are closed on Sundays, it’s fun to window shop (or faire du lèche-vitrine!) and avoid the crowds that fill the sidewalks the rest of the week. Head to Parc Monceau on the border of the 8th and 17th arrondissements, where it will be filled with children playing and picnickers. Plant yourself with a loved one beneath a beautiful tree and sprawl out for hours as you take in yet another beautiful scene of our beloved...
How to have the perfect autumn weekend in Paris

How to have the perfect autumn weekend in Paris

Itʼs the the start of fall. The air is just starting to turn crisp, there seems to be a little more color around, and you feel a fresh wave of “new” in the breeze. Somehow even though we are approaching the end of the year, it feels like a fresh start. Maybe itʼs because fall typically marks the beginning of a new school year, “la rentrée,” for the French. Or maybe because itʼs the beginning of months of celebration with family and friends. Either way, something about the start of fall feels new. Last weekend was the first weekend of fall in Paris. Even though it did not quite feel like fall yet, my friends and I managed to have, accidentally, the perfect first autumn weekend. So, in the spirit of starting the season of sharing, I would like to share my perfect autumn weekend in Paris with you. Friday night: Itʼs the end of the work week, and Iʼm actually able to leave at a normal hour. I catch the metro on the Champs Elysées to meet my good friend in Montparnasse for crêpes. We meet in front of Crêperie Josselin, the most famous crêperie in Paris, where the mounds of butter are bigger than your head. We stuff ourselves with our usual orders, the Maraîchère, a spinach, crème fraîche, filled crêpe, topped with a fried egg and 3 enormous slabs of bacon, followed by the Caramel au Beurre Salé crêpe, covered in the restaurantʼs homemade salted butter caramel sauce. After finishing our cider and wheel-barreling ourselves out the door, we part ways until our next gluttonous feast....