Winter in Paris, part 3
After whizzing around on the metro, we jumped off and headed to the Champs-Élysées with just one thing in mind: Macarons e.g. blogger heaven. And when in Paris, there’s one iconic patisserie that comes to mind…
With the cafe and store bustling away and queues around the corner, you might be tempted to head elsewhere but trust me, the salted caramel macarons are worth the wait. The whole place is a blogger’s dream – think pastel shades, gold accents and a host of rather indulgent treats. With a box full of macarons, we wandered back down the street, popping into shops and stopping for coffee every now and then before heading to our next stop.
After racing up the endless spiral staircase (like honestly, ennnndlessss), we reached the top of the Arc de Triomphe just as the sun started to set. I adore seeing Paris light up at night, with the Eiffel Tower twinkling away. The other half and I stayed until darkness really had fallen before rejoining the crowds at street level.
The chill had started to set in, after an otherwise mild day for Paris in November, so we grabbed a hazelnut hot coco and pulled our scarves tighter to go explore the Winter markets. Soon we had swapped the hot choc for a more festive option of mulled wine and filled up on savoury crepes before jumping on the metro back to our home for the weekend.
My final Paris post will be live next week and after that I’ve got another slice of wanderlust (read: dreamy, tropical paradise) to share so look out for that.