A Parisian Christmas

Every year since I can remember, the yearly celebration we call Christmas has been pretty much the same. I would wake up and partake in the obligatory social custom in which gifts are exchanged, which I do enjoy; but each year the tradition becomes more and more dull. By late morning I would be at my Grandparents house, and a lunch in which awkward small talk between myself and relatives I only saw once per year would ensue. By 4pm, I would be at my Grandma’s home, and we would have a small meal together.

I love my family. I really do. But I am not like my family.

This past Christmas was the first Christmas that was different. I was away from home. I was on my own. It wasn’t a scorching hot day of 45 degrees.

I was in Paris.

On Christmas eve day I continued to explore the truly massive city. Getting lost and finding my way and discovering things I had never heard of and recognising things I had. I was keeping my eye out for the famous bookstore Shakespeare and Company when I came across the monumental Notre Dame.

I made the mistake of wearing a skirt on that morning with my coat undone. It was rainy and cold and so forcefully windy that I do believe I flashed a group of Chinese tourists for a brief moment or two. It is safe to say that my coat remained firmly zipped up for the remainder of the day!

The cathedral certainly was a sight to behold, but I do remember thinking ‘the cathedral at Prague Castle was better’. It was at that moment that I realised how truly spoiled I had become whilst in Europe.

Another hour or so of wandering in the rain later and I found the Pont Des Arts Bridge, or the Love Lock Bridge as it is more commonly known. I had promised a good friend of mine back home that I would put a lock on the bridge with our names on it. I know the bridge is meant to be for lovers, but my romantic life is either non existent or horrendously messy, so a lock for friendship was the way to go.

2019 Update: So, all the locks have since been removed which is kinda sad, but it had to be done to protect the structural integrity of the bridge.

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I wanted to go to the Musée de l’Orangerie, but the length of the line was just plain ridiculous, so instead I was off in search of food. I found a little French bistro with escargot on the menu, which was written in only French. Double win: I wanted to try escargot and I also wanted to avoid overly touristy restaurants as the food is usually not authentic and the price is usually hiked right up. A menu written only in French is a good indication of authenticity; if there are more than two languages on the menu, run away! I ended up eating these amazing escargot followed by the most tender and melt in your mouth veal I have ever tasted. Bon appetit!

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Next I found my way to the Montemartre area. This is my favourite part of Paris. The narrow streets, the huge staircases, the markets, the bakeries and of course, the Sacre Coeur. The views of the city you can get from the Sacre Coeur are exquisite. iPhone cameras may be pretty average, but its places like this that make the panorama function worth it worth its weight in gold.

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After all my climbing and walking and exploring I had managed to build up an appetite again, not that this is a particularly difficult thing for me to do. I set out in search of cheese and wine and a baguette but came across the Cafe des Deux Moulins, also known as the cafe from Amelie. I know it’s touristy and a complete contradiction to my previous declaration of disdain for French cuisine that lacks authenticity, but I couldn’t help myself. I love Amelie and I wanted to try the creme brûlée that the film is so famous for. Much to my surprise, it was actually pretty damn good.

I ended up having an early night that night, and I luxuriously slept in on Christmas Day.

I decided that this morning would be the time that I would finally go to the Eiffel Tower.

It was a terrible mistake!

Such queues I have never seen. I have never waited in line for so long in my life. It was freezing cold.

But I would still do it all over again.

All I did was see the views from the top of the Eiffel Tower, eat stupidly rich cheesy pasta, gorge on about 12 macarons from Laduree and finish reading Factotum whilst sitting alongside the Seine.

I finally had a Christmas Day I truly enjoyed.


Getting to Paris: Paris is one of the most well connected hubs in Europe
Les Piaules Hostel: Paris hostels have a famously bad reputation – Les Piaules is a rare gem!
Camera: Images captured with an iPhone 4S
Remember: Sometimes you just gotta spend a Christmas the way you want to

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4 thoughts on “A Parisian Christmas

  1. Sorry to hear about your family’s thinking. They love you though, so take the good with the bad.

    Good on you for getting out there and experiencing the world. It is the best way to embrace culture, educate yourself and appreciate others. Lovely post – great read!!!

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