Monday, November 9, 2009

honeymooners, part 1: paris

Photo taken in Amboise, France

So, we're married now. You may have heard. And to celebrate said marriage spouse and I took a whirlwind two-week tour to France and London (I would love to say "France and England" but that will be a trip for another time). Our honeymoon was as is to be expected: amazing. However, in the interest of absolute honesty, I'm not sure I'd recommend it to other newly married (virginal) couples. Turns out that with the sleeping in the same bed and the "oh-s**t-oh-s**t-I'm-married" reaction and the instant post-wedding-preparation come-down, it's asking a bit much of the aforementioned married couple to also throw in jet lag and the French. But still. It was a pretty delightful trip, as the following five-part series is intended to show. Please note that the photos are mostly arranged by theme (as opposed to chronology) a la "This American Life." Still, the basic chronology is there. Anyway.

We flew into Paris on Monday the 12th. We were jet-lagged and exhausted but bravely went out into the world to explore and flout our new tax status.

Here's my thing about Paris (it's a lot like my thing about the opera): I want to like it--indeed, I feel like I'm supposed to like it--a little more than I actually do. It's not that it isn't amazing and historical and deeply, deeply beautiful, but in a lot of ways it feels like a toy city. But that being said, there is something about the light in that town that makes my little heart go all a-flutter.

While Haylie obsesses about the light, Ross makes himself right at home:

I'm a giant sucker for art museums (thanks, Aunt Bevan and Mom!) and so on our very first day Ross and I spent some incredibly tired time at the Louvre. Or at least I did: Ross seemed to show remarkably few signs of jet lag throughout, whereas I'm still not over it (I actually fell asleep--standing up--more than once at the Louvre).

We were much more awake for the Musee d'Orsay a few days later.

We didn't spend much time at the Eiffel Tower, but we did go to visit her on our last (exceptionally chilly) evening in Paris. Ross asked a policewoman--in sorta French--where the Metro was. I was very proud.

I may secretly be Catholic. I've got a massive thing for cathedrals.


  1. Secretly Catholic! Oh my!

    I very much look forward to hearing more about your secret religious inclinations on Friday when WE HAVE LUNCH TOGETHER!

    No, I'm not at all excited, why do you ask?

  2. The pictures are amazing! Can't wait to see you on Sunday for dinner. P.S.(I'm so glad Ross found a little bit of Idaho in Paris.) -Aunt Kim