Paris

Parlez vous Anglais? I don't know how many times I said that this weekend, but it was a lot. Besides my atrocious French accent though, the weekend was a huge success. We got to Paris in the early evening, and over two hours of trying to navigate public transportation later, we arrived at our hotel. Since Colleen had never been there before we were determined to see all the major sights. So in the morning we set off to work our way through the major landmarks : The Arc d'Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, Sacre Couer, and the Moulin Rouge (unfortunately Ewan McGregor wasn't there). On the way I had the most delicious pastry I have ever tasted. It was like a thick doughnut bar filled with chocolate. SO GOOD! If you every see one (I think it's called a Beignet) you have to get it. We then left the city and went to the palace of Versailles, which is where Louis XIV lived, as well as Marie Antoinette and Louis XV (French Revolution anyone?). It was gorgeous and has convinced me that I was born in the wrong century. I think I would do very well there. Once we left Versailles we made our way back to Paris and revisited the Eiffel Tour so that we could go the top at night. It was beautiful! Sunday was equally packed with mass at Notre Dame, a visit to the Louvre, and one more beignet squeezed in at the airport. Although I loved Paris, it was so nice to get back to Galway. Not only do they speak English here, but it is so much more homey than big, glamorous Paris. I'm starting to get attached to this friendly, rainy little island.