first night in Paris

Hopping off the train after a three hour nap in the warm train to the freezing cold, snowy Paris train station did not have me jumping for joy to be there. Then what seemed like hours of lugging our heavy suitcases through the busy metros, we finally arrived at our stop in Crimee and it only took one pain au chocolat to get me back in the mood. A group of us braved the cold in our first night in Paris to visit the Louvre. Walking through the arches seeing the glass pyramids underneath the falling snowflakes I knew that this was one of those moments I would always look back on. It felt so surreal that we were finally in Paris, which the majority of us were looking forward to the most. As we started to walk around the Louvre we realized that 2 hours was definitely not enough to see this entire place. After seeing the Mona Lisa and maybe one fourth of the museum we were soon kicked out at closing time. Kristin and I ventured out into the blizzard that now swarmed around the brightly lit Paris streets, it was one of those postcard moments that is impossible to forget. Later we found a small little brasserie next to the Hotel de Louvre where we saw how fashionable the Parisians can be. If my long, bushy blonde hair didn’t stand me out from the rest, my puffy north face and bright Nike sneakers definitely set me apart. We sat on the screened in area near the street and watched gorgeous people roam through the gorgeous snow fallen streets. It was a night that will forever be engraved into my memory and lived up to all the expectations I previously had about this city. Nonetheless whether it’d be the sites, the fashion, the buildings or the food we all soon fell very in love with all Paris had to offer.