Exactly one month ago, I arrived at the hotel in a Parisian suburb. I hadn't visited Paris, France, in several years, so I was stoked to be back for a weekend. Here's a (quick) recap in pictures:
I just loved my designer sink so much I wanted to take it home.
A nice comfy bed, with a firm mattress. I slept like a baby.
A Parisian rainbow!
A nice contrast between old and new:
One of the many entry ways into the subway. This one's in "Art Nouveau" font.
This one (obviously) isn't:
Sunday morning in Le Marais, the Jewish/gay neighborhood:
This used to be a bakery, now I'm not sure if I'd pick up a loaf of bread there:
Around the corner (turn left) from this traiteur/boulangery is where locals - and tourists - get the best fallafel in Paris (l'As de Fallafel). I, of course, tried one and it was definitely one of the best I ever had.
I had a fantastic weekend! EDIT: I'm so glad we went last month instead of now. Can you spell strike?
