This was quite a pleasant surprise for us, even if we packed the wrong shoes. It was so dreamy- getting bundled up, sipping hot espresso, slipping on the ice. Driving in smaller-than-I’m-used-to cars on icy roads was fun and particularly panic inducing. Alas, we survived and were able to celebrate with Fish and Chips (the only thing we could read on the menu) and more than enough white wine.
2. Chic is French
Ease the eye rolls because I know this is obvious (for most…) But growing up in a suburb where the fanciest restaurant is Olive Garden gives you an appreciation for ornate attention to detail. I get it now. Everything from the room key to the bottles of vodka in the minibar were so charming (like a medicine bottle!) Not to mention the entire city that’s thousands of years old and fostered many of the world’s great artists.
Being able to feel the streets beneath your feet, visit historic landmarks, smell the locals, learn the language and be introduced into their lifestyle gives you a whole new understanding. I also get why Agent Provocateur are so damn good at what they do.
3. You don’t actually lose weight by only eating French baguettes and croissants
I heard this repeatedly before visiting, that the food in France is so much higher quality that you can eat croissants and pizza for ten days and lose weight. I’m here to debunk this myth. The quality of the food is indeed much higher, but I think that’s because it’s seasonal. Since we came during the winter there seemed to be fewer options for big green salads like we’re used to in California. There was ham, cheese and bread; so much cheese and bread. I felt like a loaf of it by the time we left. Albeit a very happy and jet lagged loaf of bread.