We had decided to go to Paris from Switzerland pretty spontaneously, because Tali had never been there.
Paris is a weird place for me to describe. It was one of the first places I visited on a city trip. I liked it but, never harboured a personal attachement or passion for it (for France, these feelings are reserved for the South, I’m afraid). For some weird reason or other though, it is one of the places across Europe that I ended up visiting again and again, so that by now it feels quite familiar.
And even though I can’t say I’m in love with the place, there are a few reasons why I have soft spot for it. One of them is that Trev and me got together after spending a weekend in Paris with friends. Yup, we hooked up in the TGV Lyria somewhere between Paris and Basel… I’m not sure if that sounds adventurous or just super weird, it definitely was neither of the two.
It felt pretty funny then, to sit on the same train together once more, and to imagine that the same landscape was rolling by our window just like all those years ago. (And then this happened: Me – “Funny isn’t it to think that last time we barely knew each other and now we’re talking about out future and stuff.” Tref – “Now we’re married my dear.” Me – “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”)
Something that I’d definitely never realised – because so far I’d always traveled with a comparably light backpack – is that the Paris Metro is a maze of different levels, all connected by randomly placed stairs, no escalators, and very few lifts. With my 20kg suitcase, I definitely got a good workout from our way between the trainstation and our first stop.
We got a cute little place through airbnb and as soon as we saw this we knew it was a good place!
Whilst waiting for Tali to arrive from Berlin on a later train, we went for a random walk around the neighbourhood and then stopped for the first Pastis and beer of the trip.
We were talking randomly, and at some point our conversation turned to Dule, who is an old friend of Trev’s from Zurich who now lives in Paris and who we were going to meet later in the week.
I’m really not exaggerating when I say that not two seconds after Trev uttered his name, Dule came walking around the corner.
Strange things happen and Paris is smaller than you think!
This lovely chance meeting proceeded into impromptu wine and chats sitting by the side of the canal with some other friends and a lot of strangers who were all also enjoying the evening sun (and luckily were more prepared than us and had a corkscrew with them!)
The next day was my birthday and it was a lovely day of relaxing, food, and socialising. The day after we had to move to a different place to stay which was a bit annoying, but also good because the new place was in a lovely part of town and was also really cool.
Tali went off to do the touristy stuff and Trev and I just had a relaxed stroll around Montmartre, enjoying the sunshine, scouting for street art, and meeting ugly little kitties.
I really wanted to take this one home! He was so derpy and his eyes were really pussy and disgusting, but he was so desperate for cuddles, so we tried to pet him without touching his face…
When we went shopping for dinner in a neighbourhood store, we found this:
Tali had to leave the next day, and we went to stay with Dule and his partner for the rest of the week. It was awesome to see both of them again after such a long time. We cooked a lot of food, mixed a lot of drinks, and Dule and Fabrice were so nice and welcoming, even though they were both super busy.
For some weird reason, I had got lots of mosquito bites at some point during the week (never noticed any mosquitoes, and neither of the other guys had any bites…). I have had this weird thing happen to me over the past few years that sometimes I overreact on bites. So not only were the blasted things so itchy I could barely think straight, but a few of them started to blister and made my ankle swell up. It’s nothing super dramatic, but it’s not comfortable, and it eats away at your nerves.
I’m not sure if that also weakened my body a bit because a couple of days before we left I started to get sick with a throat infection.
I’m super glad it only happened towards the end though and it wasn’t too bad until we left so I could make the most of my time in France.
By now I am sure that one way or another, we’ll be back!