Of course it had to bloody rain on our last day in Paris.
Nothing could stop us though, not even my complaining that I was wearing a leather jacket and had no umbrella. Erin had never been to The Louvre, so guess where we were determined to go to?
When it rains everything is a little messier though. Crowds seem more shit. Crossing the road where you’re not undercover is the biggest pain in the ass. The tourist-trap pastry we had for breakfast was soggier than it should’ve been.
On the brighter side, we queued indoors, it moved quite fast and we don’t need tickets because we’re under 25. HOORAH! All we did is literally flash our ID’s and strolled through.
Hello, Miss Mona Lisa.
It was almost funnier taking pictures of people taking pictures. There’s always the occasional dude with the iPad trying to take a selfie with it.
After a morning of feeling cultured, we skipped along to where I’d wanted to go the entire time I was there.
I saw these éclairs on Instagram and there was no way I was going home without them. (Yes, I do find almost everything on Instagram.)
LOOK. AT. THESE.
Not only that, but there were shelves full of chocolate, caramel spreads, just everything so bad and so good for you at the same time.
I’ve done that before though – I bought a caramel spread because it sounded so good and planned to dip fruits and everything into it. In reality I saved it for a special occasion for so long it expired.
So I headed straight to what I came for. I’LL HAVE ONE OF EACH PLEASE.
Yes this may have cost me over 40 euros, which I didn’t actually realise until I paid (I didn’t even think to check the price, in my head they were a normal éclair price. Idiot.) I totally hid the price surprise/sadness and played it cool and all money-aint-a-thang when I paid as well. But I convinced myself they were worth it (totally were, by the way) and strutted out the store with my head held high. Worth the photo, am I right?
Next, L’as Du Fallafel.
This is THE falafel place in Paris, and perhaps Europe.
It’s known to be one of Lenny Kravitz’s favourites, and clearly the favourites of many others as you can see by the ridiculous queue….
Once we joined the queue, a guy came round and we ordered from him. We paid and he gave us our ticket. It’s such a clever way to make sure no one gives up after a few minutes and leaves the line so they don’t lose customers.
Very, very tactical. Although there was no way I was going to leave anyway.
Erin was still full from our other ridiculous food endevours so it was Katie and I going for it.
We inched closer and closer, only to stop for a good 5 minutes due to some woman chatting to them, either complaining or being reaaaaaally specific about what she wanted. Hurry up, mama’s hungry (I wasn’t, I was still full, but I wanted this falafel wrap).
They’re obviously famous for the falafel wrap, which include salad, aubergine, and various other deliciousness stuffed and poured over it.
They were also ridiculously generous with the falafel, which you don’t get that often these days.
It was a thing of beauty. And it honestly lived up to the hype as what a falafel wrap should be – GO GO GO.
A huge thank you to our gorgeous Katie for letting us stay in her bed, being our official walking tour guide and showing us the best time! So much love!