Paris Bound.

It’s weird to say that two weeks ago, Beth and I set off bright (in actuality it was still really dark) and early in the morning for Victoria Coach Station to make it on time for our coach to grand PAREE.

Paris Bound

Several hours and a ride in what felt like a ride in a tiny metal tin later, we arrived in France, where the clouds were grey and it was spitting.

Paris Bound

We continued on our journey, stopping at Charles du Galle airport to let a few people off the coach before continuing on our way to Paris. Finally arriving, we managed to make our way to where we were staying, and prepared ourselves for our first night in Paris.

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound  Paris Bound

Paris Bound

While we had agreed to try and find somewhere nice to have dinner, upon stepping out of our accommodation, we saw an empty restaurant across the road and decided on staying a little closer to home.

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Obviously being in France I had to try some snails, and much to my surprise they were absolutely DELICIOUS and I gobbled them up as quickly as I could, wishing I had ordered twelve instead of six – I know, I know, #firstworldproblems hahaha.

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

After such a long day and feeling totally famished, we ordered two pizzas, which we realised far too late that we should have just shared one, as neither of us managed to finish our own; and a shared a litre of wine between us. You read that right: ONE LITRE OF WINE. As you can imagine, we were drunk before our food arrived.

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound  Paris Bound

Paris Bound

With food in our bellies and tasty wine in our veins, we went out for drinks and people watching, while discussing politics, education and just about everything else… before calling it a night and heading to bed.

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Paris Bound

Despite being tired from the long journey, our first night in Paris was so much fun and we were so excited that every five minutes, one or both of us, would say ‘I can’t believe we’re actually here. I love it so much.’

alice

xo

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