Category: Milli Stephania

It was time to visit the Catacombs, I was actually pretty stoked for this trip. I have a huge love for cemeteries, and this one was just over the top amazing. When we first left the metro we actually went right past where we were supposed to enter. When we finally found the entrance we were guided down a long spiral staircase that led us underground. Think the city, then the metro, we were waaaaay under the metro train., with over 400 miles of tunnels. The Catacombs is a burial ground for all of the lives that never made it, and with so many deaths the bodies were just overflowing. So many bones are just stacked on top of each other, stacks on stacks on stacks.

I saw many people going through the tunnels and touching everything, the last thing I wanted was to be disrespectful to any lost souls and didn’t want any bad juju, so I kept my hands to myself. I wasn’t necessarily scared, but I was a bit creeped out, once I got to the end of the tunnel and saw the light I was grateful I would never have to spend a night alone there ever.

After our eerie adventures to the crypt, it was time for some grub. We walked in to Fourteen Cafe, which was d-e-a-d. I guess that was the vibe for the day. The lady in charge was sweet, and managed to whip up a huge and gorgeous meal for all of us, all by herself. I ordered the filet mignon with mushrooms and baked potatoes, delicious!

That woman killed it in the kitchen.
The whole time we arrived at Paris, Nikki has been feening for some Éclairs, a dough pastry with a creamy filling. Everyday, that’s all we heard, and today we were on a mission to get them. We rushed our asses off  and happened to get to the store as soon as the guy was locking the door. Luckily for us, he was sweet enough to open up the doors and since Nikki was determined, she ordered about 6 different flavors.

I think my favorite must have been the vanilla bean with walnuts. Mmmm…

Yesterday was a long night, not necessarily because of the time, but because my feet were  exhausted. I wasn’t used to all this walking. Ramon, Fitgi and Nikki woke up early to go to the Palace of Versailles, Marie Antoinette’s estate. According to their pictures, it was beautiful. I on the hand was not up for waking up early, at least not today.

Chris and I decided to keep it casual today and we headed to a small exhibit called Musique Club. It was an interactive exhibit full of music. It was nice, and Chris and I just made a day off it.

We got some food afterwards and just wandered the streets of Paris.

This is the part that I hate the most, all my days start to blend together. I arrived with a journal like I usually do when I travel. I start writing everything in detail, it makes my blogging easier, but then it all goes to the shits.
It was time to visit the infamous Louvre Museum, the home of Mona Lisa and Venus De Milo. Seeing them in person, was a once in a lifetime experience. We bought some croissants, which were delicious for breakfast, and got to the museum as early as possible. We wanted to avoid the crowds, we bought our tickets and bee lined our way to the audio tour guide booth. Getting that audio tour was the best thing we could have done, it broke everything down with full details and back stories. Which saved me and all of us from walking around not knowing what was going on. I loved the rooms fulled of gold, the crowns, all the royalty…how beautiful. It didn’t take long for the crowds to take over, and I noticed a lot of asians came on packs and seemed to be the ones who were the rudest. It wasn’t my favorite feeling, and when it came to the Mona Lisa, the crowd was insane. Everyone kept pushing, having no consideration for anyone else around them. Wack.

She truly was more beautiful in person, I admired her from afar, glad I had my glasses with me. When I finally got to the front, I just stayed there and stared, got my picture and let others have a chance.
After the Louvre it was time for dinner, we walked into a restaurant that head stem punk decor. I feel like all I do is use the bathroom, the french barely believe in water. If you want water, you have to ask for it, as for wine, it’s always there waiting for you.

I decided to try something different, and ordered a salmon and avocado tar tar. It was good, but not as banging as the pizza Christopher ordered. I like that we all order different things and start passing our plates back and forth, it gives us the chance to try everything.
After dinner we headed to the highest point in Paris, the view is absolutely stunning. Sacré- Coeur is a church on top of a hill. It took a little bit of a hike to get up there, but once we got up there, the view was well worth it. By the time we got to the top my feet were killing me and all I really wanted was to teleport back to our flat, and soak my feet.