Piq-nique on the Bank of the Seine

When Caroline et moi arrived in Paris, we made a list of things we wanted to do before we left. Nearly everything on the list was accomplished by now - but one very important one we did not get around to until today!

Pique-Nique on the banks of the Seine! And it was a magnique pique-nique! (I HAD to... the rhyme was too perfect)

Today in Paris it was simply goorrrgeous! Literally, it was like one of those early April days when there is still a bit of a chill in the air, but the sun is shining and it feels like Spring! I like to call it "sprinter". I thought this was very clever and amusant and Caroline did not. She barely gave my clearly hilllarious joke any acknowledgement.

Alors, since it was soooo pretty outside, we grabbed our wine and cheese and headed to the Seine! We walked up to the Pont Neuf, and sat right on the tip of that little island that sticks out right on the Seine and had our pique-nique there, feet dangling over the bank! This idea became less genius as the wine bottle became more empty...but we made it out
alive!

(THIS is where an adorable photo of us would be if my camera had NOT broken 2 weeks before leaving) We actually took some with le camera de Caroline, so eventually I will post them. For now I will have to use a photo courtesy of Google Images....




Ohhh how fun and Parisian it is to sit along the Seine, breaking a morceaux of baguette off the end, and smothering it in creamy fromage! Ohhhh how I will miss that. Ohhh how I will miss staring at Notre Dame on my walk home to our perfectly located apartment.

I am down to 8 days until I depart. 8.... 8! How did this happen! I knew time would fly, but it seems like it took a private jet - and landed early.

I feel like just yesterday I was counting down the days till I was coming to Paris, pulling my most Parisian-looking ensembles from my closet, looking through my old French text book to brush up my verb tenses, listening to La Vie En Rose on perpetual repeat. And now... I am counting down the days until I have to leave with tears in my eyes.

I am going to live this last week like it is my first. Go to all my favorite places, walk and see all day and not come home until the early morning, then wake up and head out again. Induldge in a nutella crepe (en plus du nutella si vous plait!) like it is my first. Wander through the musees like I've never seen them.

Most importantly, I have every intention of sleeping on the Champs de Mars in the sleeping bag Caroline brought here on my last night. She thinks this is fou and that I am not actually serious. Clearly, after living with me for four months she has no idea just what kind of a lunactic I am when it comes to the tour! All I need is a sleeping bag, my Paris playlist on my i-pod, some vin, and a box of Pierre Herme mac's - and I'm good to go! Bon Nuit!