Sunday morning in Paris is lovely if you get up early. I ate a pain au chocolat outside a boulangerie, that a big doggo watching me was drooling over. Then I climbed up the Notre Dame bell tower (400 steps, ouch my feet).
I am pleased as punch that I’ve seen many French people wearing striped shirts and walking around with baguettes. I mean, I thought that had to be a cliché. Berets are, unsurprisingly, 100% for tourists.
Speaking of tourists, I have taken many pretty good photos for fellow travelers, and I’ve received many mediocrely composed and angled images of myself in return. 🤦🏼♀️
So here’s a selfie I took in front of one of Monet’s HUGE waterlilies at Musée de l’Orangerie.
I have too many thoughts and photos to share! 😬
