Tag: Paris
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Au Revoir Paris, Bonjour Toulon
This post continues on from where this one left off, so we’re going to shake off our November blues, and travel back in time to France in July. Gregory and I had one perfect day in Paris, and I had planned on getting at least another half of one in before heading south to Toulon,…
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We'll Always Have Paris
So after my crazy, frustrating, journey to nowhere, I did finally make it to Paris to meet Gregory, but getting there didn’t go without a hitch (because why would it?). It was a little over a week after Gregory had returned to France when I felt ready to attempt the trip again. Sidebar: When Gregory…
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Paris {six}
After I said goodbye to The London’s, I only had a few hours left with Gregory before his TGV to Toulon left. We thought that since we were in Paris, we should walk on over to that one special, not to be missed, romantic spot… The Eiffel Tower. It was only a short distance from…
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Paris {cinq}
The morning after our fancy pants, Parisian dinner (which I would love to say that we followed with cocktails and dancing until the wee hours, but I can’t because we’re old fuddy duddies), we met The London’s for breakfast. We were having a proper big breakfast, because upon rising, my mother declared that she would…
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Paris {quatre}
When we last left my Parisian tales, we were in an Irish pub somewhere between the Tuileries and Place Vendôme. I was mere steps away from a chilled martini glass in decadent, plush surroundings but alas, it was not to be. Somehow, we miraculously managed to convince the boys to leave and come with us to…
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Paris {trois}
When we last left my tales of Paris, we (Mr. & Mrs. London, Gregory, and me), were on our way to the Musée d’Orsay. I would love to tell you all about an afternoon spent touring the dazzling former train station and its impressive impressionist gallery (my favorite spot in my favorite museum), but I…
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Paris {deux}
Booking a 5:15 in the morning train seemed like such a good idea at the time. Sure it was early, but we’re early birds, and so what if Mr. London had an evening match the night before that we’d all be at. We could sleep on the three plus hour journey, and arrive in gay Paree…
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Paris {un}
Saying goodbye to France from Paris seemed like an oddly, fitting thing to do. After all, I had been trying to visit the City of Lights for four years (and that whirlwind trip last year doesn’t exactly count). Originally, Gregory and I had planned a romantic trip for just the two of us; a couple of…
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Paris?
On Saturday June 1st, The Husband, Mrs. London and I went to Paris to watch Mr. London and the Toulon rugby team battle Castres in the French rugby championship. Our train left Toulon at 11AM, and we returned on the 11:20AM train the next morning. This is the story of what happened in that 24 hours. …
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