a birthday in paris

We just returned from a beautiful and jam-packed weekend with friends in Paris!

It just so happened that two of my girlfriends from Raleigh had planned to be in Paris the same week as Daniel’s birthday. Add another friend visiting Paris from Berlin and you’ve got a perfectly debaucherous celebration!

And boy did we celebrate…

Daniel and I arrived Friday afternoon via train. Remember my post about how exciting train travel is for us Americans? Well, it’s still true and to make this particular train ride even more exciting, we had purchased first class tickets and the attendant gave Daniel a complimentary birthday beverage.

We got to the Airbnb around 3pm and the champagne started flowin’.


Then we got dressed up for dinner. Our friend had heard of a Moroccan restaurant called Le 404 in Le Marais. Located down a tiny, cobblestone street, this intimate spot opened up into a room with high ceilings and low lighting. And the food was incredible.


I ordered a chicken and pear tagine while Daniel, always the adventurous eater, chose a pigeon meat pie. And it all got washed down with more champagne, courtesy of that great guy on the left. At the end of dinner, as if it couldn’t get any better, waiters came over with a dessert plate, candles, and a song for the birthday boy! In a haze of low lighting and champagne fizz, I will always remember watching Daniel be a good sport and dance with the group as we all laughed and clapped.

From there, the night grew fuzzier and warmer as friends chatted with new friends, rounds were ordered, and dancing ensued. We were lead to a party at La Gaîté Lyrique, a digital arts and modern music center, where each floor featured a different genre of music. The ground floor, with its interactive installations and euro-house music, was like an adult playground.

The next day was our first full day together and we filled it to the brim with sights – Père Lachaise Cemetery, Avenue des Champs-Élysées to ride La Grande Roue, Christmas markets, Pont Alexandre III, the Eiffel Tower, and the Catacombs.

That evening, we were lucky enough to attend a Parisian cocktail party. The host knew Ceara through mutual friends and invited us over for champagne and hors d’oeuvres at her apartment.

This night wound up being equally as fuzzy and warm as the previous because the host recommended a club nearby where a French guy fell in love with Jessica, we ate a cheeseburger on the roof, and danced until 4am.

Waking up the following morning was rough going. Paris was a little cold and cloudy, but something really colorful was on the agenda, Rue Crémieux.


Each house is uniquely adorable and as beautiful as a slice of cake. Rue Crémieux reminded me of all the colorful homes you find in Key West, FL. Stopping here lifted our spirits and made the hangovers feel a little more cheery.

Naturally, the next best thing to do on a cold and cloudy day is take refuge in a museum.


Our friend from Raleigh now lives in Paris and met us after The Louvre for drinks. Vin chaud is now a thing in my life – forever!

Tyrone took us to Montmartre for dinner where after being politely turned away from our intended restaurant (we neglected to make reservations), we found a burrito joint. It was meant to be.

12309182_10106939329255393_397025762_nThis was a very respectable French version of Tex-Mex.

We got lucky again with an invite to someone’s apartment. Ceara and Jessica met a couple at the Wavves show on one of their first nights in Paris. We met that couple at their place around the corner from Sacré-Cœur, trudging up the steep cobblestone streets with bottles of wine in tow.

In the morning, it was sadly time to part ways. Daniel and I are already imaging our next Paris trip. Afterall, it’s only a 45 minute flight from Toulouse. A bientot!





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