Paris: Day 3!

Sunday Funday.  My birthday.  

Whatever you do, when you wake up, don't roll over and secretly turn on your Internet and look at Instagram pics of all your best friends celebrating weddings and Dallas Oktoberfests without you, even though you're in Paris for your birthday with the man you love, living your dream.  You may get a lonely feeling inside.  And you may not know you're crying until you roll back over and your husband sees the tears rolling down your cheeks.  I'm just saying.  

This is all hypothetical, of course.  

We lounged around awhile and thought about going to Versailles but we confirmed with the concierge that we didn't have time.  We decided to get some more pastries and go to some cool shopping areas and then head over to Montmartre!

Lots of fun pastries at the patisserie and I almost ordered one of each.

We settled on two pain au chocolates!  Yumm.

Then we went to Printemps and Galleries Lafayette, two huge department stores that have beautiful rooftop terraces/restaurants.  We wandered around and checked out the sights. 

Printemps!

Views from the Printemps rooftops.

Just bein cute.

Oh, and we got several French macarons from Laduree and ate them in the sunshine!  

There are two already missing from this pic, but these were pistachio, praline, caramel and sea salt, and some sort of almond something.  They were damn good.

Pretty view inside the Galeries Lafayette!

The Galeries Lafayette rooftop.

Then we hopped on another train to Montmartre - and climbed literally a thousand stairs out of the tube stop and up the mountain to get to the Sacre-Coeur Basilica.  But it was worth it!  This place was pretty gorgeous.

These guys were having some huge sing-along here on the steps.   Sunshine, people singing together...loves it.

 

Then we wandered around the area and stopped here for some more wine and some more Croque Monsieurs.

Lastly, we walked down the main street filled with sex shops (gross) over to Moulin Rouge for a photo opp.

Love these old Metro signs.

We then ran back to our hotel and grabbed our bags to begin the longest, most stressful journey home ever.  We grabbed a cab to take us through heavy traffic to the train station to take the train to the airport.  After waiting way too long, we realized the train was broken and not coming.  We had to take another train to another area.  Then a shuttle to the airport.  Then another shuttle to our gate.  Then we waited in a passport line with 100+ people while ONE MAN was checking people's passports with a MONOCLE, spending at least 5 minutes per person, while everyone was getting angry and yelling at each other and trying to cut in line because their flights were boarding and this asshole was taking his sweet ass time, wreaking havoc for all the airlines and for everyone's schedules.  I thought Drew was gonna lose it and we finally resolved that we probably wouldn't make our flight and we'd just have to accept it.  Somehow they got more people working the lines, we dashed through security, and sprinted Home Alone style down the airport to our plane, which was just finishing up boarding.  I've literally never seen Drew run that fast in my entire life, high school sports included.  But we made it!  Barely.

We came home, I opened up some fun and thoughtful gifts from pals back home, Skyped with our families, chatted with my b-fries, and got into bed, feeling sad that our trip was over but happy and grateful we had such a wonderful time.  We loved the city, I got to use my French, we saw beautiful things, and we ate and drank to our heart's content.  C'etait parfait!

A bientôt!