Our mission in Paris was to relax and just “be” in the city. I had visions of us sitting in cafés, and wandering around with no sense of time. However as soon as we touched down, an unintentional fire under lit under our asses and we hit the ground running.
Our Paris apartment is on the 7th floor with no elevator, which is only good for one reason: it allows us an extra chance to burn off some off the carbs we’ve eaten that day.
When Nick and I reminisce about Paris, the topic of food comes up every.single.time.