I love this series over at Paris vs New York!

Please, don’t make me choose.

Morning workout was swiftly followed by a quick shower and then breakfasting at Cafe Neo, a French cafe/bistro not far from where we stayed. It was the usual standard petit déjeuner fare: jus orange, un cafe, croissant, omelette.

We were just in time for the 10am Sunday Gregorian mass at Eglise Notre Dame. Eventhough the entire mass was conducted in French, the sounds were hauntingly beautiful, and the interior of Notre Dame itself was breathtaking.

A prayer and a candle for loved ones…

Le Marais

Most shops are closed on Sundays, it makes wandering around Le Marais the best thing to do as most shops in that arrondisement remain open.

Around the corner from the Pompidou Centre…

An art gallery in the middle of Le Marais…

Nothing like provocative art in a public square…

We enjoyed a spot of lunch on the terrace of Cafe Les Arts & Metiers before heading to our next stop.

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

Visiting cemeteries might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but since we were in the Montmarte vicinity, we decided to drop by Cimetière Lachaise, one of the most renown cemeteries in the world.

This grande cemetery is eerily beautiful, with spectacular works of art and is also the burial ground for famous literary figures, musicians, sculptors and also houses WWI memorials.

Oscar Wilde’s tomb – covered with kisses. I couldn’t help but giggled when an English woman walked past the tomb while a pack of girls were leaving their lipstick marks, commented, “This is absolutely preposterous! Look at the way they’re defacing the tomb!”

I wanted to leave my pucker mark too, but since I was suffering from a break out during that time, I decided not to kiss anything foreign, just in case ;)

Chopin rests here…

Edith Piaf shares a plot of the land with the rest of her family…

Sacre Couer Basilica

Sacre Couer is located at the highest point of Paris in the heart of Montmarte. Climbing the steps up towards the basilica was hard enough.

But Leo insisted on getting into the crypt and up the dome for a 360º view of Paris, only after 234 steps of dizzyingly steep spiral staircase.

The climb was worth it indeed.

The outline of the dome made this picture look as if the it were superimposed badly against the skyline of Paris, but I love it nonetheless!

Place du Tertre

Place du Tertre, a small Parisian square in Montmarte, just a stone’s throw away from Sacré Cœur, is filled with artists setting up their easels painting the day away.

We wandered around the square, looking over shoulders of painters, and had a gay time debating whether Paris looks more beautiful in summer or more romantic in rainy winter, as depicted on many of the oil paintings.

The sun was hiding behind the clouds that day, so befittingly, we bought a painting that conveyed just that and came to the conclusion that Paris is beautiful, come rain, come shine.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

Ernest Hemingway

{Trip Report – 12 June 2010)

Despite the patchy clouds and the rain drenched side walks, in our groggy jetlagged state, Paris, was exactly how we had remembered it to be, beautiful.

This time around, we had ourselves a lovely 3rd floor apartment on the Rive Gauche, in the very heart of Saint Germain des Pres.

We wasted no time to get acquainted with the City once again, bought a carnet of tickets, hopped on the Metro and headed to Porte de Vanves.

One of the main agenda of this trip for me was to explore as many les puces and vintage shops as I can manage.

Marche aux Puces de la Porte de Vanves is a typical french flea market located on the south side of the Left Bank.

We had a relaxing browse through stalls upon stalls of vintage treasures.

Checking out a potential buy. Notice the gorgeous vintage pink Chanel tweed jacket in the background?

Tested out my french by haggling with the stall owner. Soixante euros pour deux? (Sixty euros for two?) Non, non madame, cinquante cinq euros pour deux? (No ma’am, how about fifty five euros for two?) Lol… of course, I didn’t get to have my way when she started telling me how the necklaces have already been discounted from 80 euros to 60, in french!

These vintage road signs, after some spiffing up, would look amazing in our hallway! Alas, they were too heavy for us to lug it back home…

We returned to the apartment to freshen up. Nothing is more relaxing than a hot shower after being on a stuffy plane for almost 24 hours! We headed out the door to la plus belle avenue de monde.

Champs-Élysées on a Saturday afternoon is brimming with a glitzy swarm of tourists. We lunched, strolled up and down the avenue and decided that the weekend crowd was too overwhelming for our sanity. Crazy lines that snaked around the outsides of stores and when you eventually entered the store, you received an almost non-existent service because the store assistants were too busy charging the credit cards of Japanese tourists.

We caught the metro and rushed to Rue Cambon and managed to do a spot of retail before the shops closed at 7pm. No lines, offers of champagne upon arrival, much better.

We walked past the Tulleries on the way back and instead of golden and scarlet leaves covering the ground, this time around the jardin was actually lush, bright and cheerful.

Paris, the land where the word gourmet was born, is not without great food, of course. However, after a long day, you just want to have a quick bite and crawl into bed. What’s better than a fresh, warm crêpe oozing with Nutella??

Our favourite crêpe stall directly outside the Odéon metro. Nutella for me (biensûr!), jambon, œuf & fromage for Leo.

When the entire Saint Germain des Pres came alive that night, we slept and snuggled well into the next morning.