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.

2 comments:

  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?

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  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

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