to paris, to paris.
Regardless of budgets, tight timelines and my stance of practicality, Gabriel had made up his mind: I would wake up for Birthday #25 in Paris. No questions, no arguments. It was happening, so I better deal with it.
Ten weeks ago we spent our last day together hunting down hotels. And let me tell you: That was a job for sure. Although we were booking five months in advance, some of our top choices were already booked to capacity. Not easily deterred from our search for perfection: We hunkered down infront of my computer and stalked hotel after hotel, looking for the perfect blend of location, charm, pricepoint and flawless TripAdvisor reviews. As it turns out, finding the ideal hotel for one entire week in Paris is impossible if booking less than six months in advance. So, we've decided to split our time between The Duquesne Eiffel Hotel and Le Burgundy. Both beautiful, and in ideal locations that allow us to experience two different arrondissments. One was much lower than our pricepoint, and one much higher...so we figured it would average out....right? :)
Truth be told...the inexpensive hotel has won my heart. Why? Here's the view from my room, courtesy of a TripAdvisor photo...and I did request this exact room:
We plan to do all the standards: picnic at the Eiffel, Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, balcony breakfasts of chocolate croissants. A Parisian flea market. Testing out my newly-acquired French-speaking skills. (That's still in progress...)
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Sixty days. Sixty days!