I’m having a hard time believing this is real. I’m really in Paris!
The Weekend has served me The Nectar of the Gods each day. I left them a tiny yellow duck, an Always Beautiful card and a Euro.Each one of these locks have messages of love on them. Some of them are engraved, some are painted, others have been written on with markers. It was across the river from the Eiffel Tower. There were houseboats moored there.One of the locks.It’s a lot taller than I thought it would be.The Jardin de Troubadour is filled with tourists, myself included.A small garden had a butterfly enjoying the sunshine and flowers.This was a sight to behold.And finally for this part of the day, I took a stroll with a Parisian Pigeon.Arch de le Triumph was massive. I got lost and ended up taking a taxi to the Eiffel Tower.
Navigating the public transportation has proven to be a challenge, but I found my way back to where I’m staying and most of the way to my meet-up.
The trains are clean and mostly not too crowded. The stops are lit in LEDs so you know where you are. Although I couldn’t figure out how to get on the train at first, I was helped by a tall security guard.
When I got lost, I lost trust in my navigation skills a bit, but, I got to see additional things because of my lack of knowledge. All in all, today has been a win so far.
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Mare Martell 