April 4th, 2014
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#TBT Spring in Paris. Out of all the places I travelled, Paris is the place I think about the most.

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May 13th, 2013
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A quick look at any Paris tourist map or book will tell you to head to the Arc de Triomphe, a monumental arch in Paris’s downtown area that sits at the western end of the Champs-Élysées (Paris’s famous shopping/rich avenue).

The arch was commissioned in 1806 after Napoleon declared to his soldiers, “you will march home through arches of victory,” and construction finished in 1836. The history is long, and the monument has endured the ups and downs of political upheaval (Wikipedia article here). In 1921, the Unknown Solider was buried below, and the flame of remembrance was lit on November 11, 1923 which has never gone out. 

Yesterday morning, I climbed to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, and got to see the 360 degree panoramic views the arch offers, and get a sense of the way Paris was built. As you can see, Paris is a very low city, and has had government restrictions on the height of their buildings since the 16th century (you’ll note none of the cliche French buildings are higher than seven stories). 

If you’re lucky enough to find yourself in Paris, I would highly recommend heading up the Arc de Triomphe to get a beautiful view of Paris with the Eiffel tower in it (personally, I’ve never had a desire to head up the Eiffel Tower, because why would you want views of Paris without the Eiffel Tower in it? Exactly. So head of the Arc).

(Source from the pamphlet I received at the Arc de Triomphe)

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May 12th, 2013
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Moments in Paris

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I can’t believe I’m writing this, but… when in Rome! I went into the dinner with an oh-hell-no attitude, and then what do you know? I tried a single snail (after *a lot* of pressure from not only my table, but also the locals). And? And it was, ummm… well, I will never-ever-ever eat one again, but I admit it was more my mind messing with me, because “omg it’s a snail!!” All I really tasted was the pesto, butter sauce, but then afterwards I couldn’t stop thinking the little thing was crawling around in my tummy (ewwwww).

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FOOD

Paris’s food is delicious (minus the snails): cheese, bread, fondue, crepes, souffle, creme brulee, croissants, French fries, macarons, French toast, baguettes & wine? YES PLEASE Really, it’s amazing everyone (and I mean everyone) is skinny here… but of course, all in moderation. I’ve actually been been super-duper good, and dessert-wise, only eaten the lemon tart (above) and a creme brulee, because as Amelie says, “cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon” is one of life’s simple pleasures. 

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WALKS

This city is made for taking walks in. The architecture, the flowers, the cobble walkways? I am in love and have added “Run the Paris Marathon” to my bucket list. Why? Because I lose track of time and my thoughts when I’m wandering the streets admiring everything I see. When I was on the subway yesterday I saw this lovely French girl, and I thought what a shame we (humans) don’t get more than one life. I would love-love-love to live out a life start, to finish in Paris (and Melbourne) (and Toronto) (and NYC).

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MOULIN ROUGE

Because we had to! When I was 18 and partied my way across Europe (side note: I LOVE travelling at 28; I appreciate & understand everything so much more) I headed to the actual show, so this time around I just went to see the bright lights & windmill.

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HOSTEL DRINKING

I lucked out (and for Australians, that means I got lucky) with the fine folks in my dorm room, which means I actually had a good group of friends this time around in Paris to talk to, and do things with, including drinking the nights away (oh hai there Kings Cup) and heading to cliche Paris jazz bars.

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THE EIFFEL TOWER

I can’t even put into words my love for the Eiffel Tower. It’s so beautiful, and big, and seeing the thing in real life is up there on my favourite-things-to-do-in-life list. This, of course, means I’ve gone to admire it several times this week. So, story time: two nights ago I was sitting on the Eiffel Tower’s look-out steps waiting for the lights to turn on, when a French man (about 45) ended up chatting me up. I wasn’t interested at all, y’know, given his age, and this, but we ended up talking for a few hours and get this, turns out he’s the CEO (and LinkedIn verified this) of a very big luxury car company, and wanted to take me for dinner and drinks here (I know, whoa) and invited me to his house in the south of France, which his iPhone verified is unbelievable. I politely declined, but I felt like it was an ‘only in Paris’ moment.

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SACRE-COEUR BASILICA (The Sacred Heart of Paris)

Sacré-Cœur Basilica is a Roman Catholic church perched up on a hill just outside Paris’s city centre, and is a “must do” if you ever find yourself here. (I’m actually staying in this area, and would def recommend it). The church was built in 1919, which makes it the youngest church in Paris, and it boasts some of the most spectacular views of the city.

Okay. Okay. I think I’m done. I’m actually writing this from a beautiful, little cafe in Paris, as I watched the locals go about their Sunday afternoons. Paris, you beautiful city, you; I like you.

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May 11th, 2013
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Within minutes of walking the streets of Paris, I saw why this city is renowned for being the most romantic place on earth; why it’s the city of lovers.

Ooh La La!

Couples roam the streets hand-in-hand, lip locking under every blooming tree, or on every park bench that boasts an incredible view. The cafe culture here encourages dining out for two, and the elegant yet impressive architecture leaves you feeling like you’re in a romantic dream. The monuments and alleyways have romantic legends associated with them, and the French language rolling off the Parisians’ tongues leaves one wanting somebody to share each & every moment with.

The whole of Paris is, without doubt, a city for love, but most notably must be the idyllic destination of the Pont des Arts pedestrian bridge over the Seine River, where lovers follow the Italian tradition of placing a lock onto the bridge, and throwing they key into the water below to represent their eternal love.

Today my cool oh-so-very-solo self wondered over the bridge and was left wide-eyed at all the love locks. I watched several couples lock in their love, and even offered to be their photographer extraordinaire. And… okay, this is soooo lame, but I made a point to return to the bridge someday with a special-special someone, because, well, I just think this idea is so cute, cliche and wonderful!

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May 10th, 2013
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Notre Dame, Paris

When I was 18, I went to Paris for a school trip with a huge group of friends, and somehow spent a week there and never saw Notre Dame! Yea, I don’t know what I was thinking or doing either. Anywho, that means that this stunning cathedral was at the top of my ‘must-see’ list in Paris.

And see I did!

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Notre Dame has acted as France’s main Catholic Cathedral since the Middle Ages. Maurice de Sully the Paris Bishop, started its construction in 1163(!!!) and the work lasted over 100 years and finished in 1270. Which also means it’s 800 years old this year - craziness.

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The name ‘Notre Dame’ means ‘Our Lady of Paris’ and its architecture is one of the first examples of the use of flying buttresses, and the cathedral also features numerous statues and beautiful stained glass windows (see below). Since it was built, the cathedral has been one of the main symbols of Paris and France, and has been the spotlight of major religious and political events, including the crowning of Napoleon I, Emperor of the French in 1804

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I headed into the church yesterday when their evening service was just getting starting, and I got a little camera-happy. Churches are one of my favourite things to photograph, so I hope you enjoy these.

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May 9th, 2013
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A late lunch in #Paris’s Latin Quarter.

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May 8th, 2013
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~ Paris: Day One ~

I rocked up to my hostel at 8am this morning, but couldn’t check in until 4pm. I was exhausted from my flight, and quite jet lagged, but hustled myself out the door to go explore this beautiful city.

And explore I did!

It’s now midnight in Paris, my feet hurt from soooo much walking, and I have yet to shower and/or snooze, but I don’t even care. Today was magical. Paris is magical. The buildings, the postcard images everywhere you look, the flowers, the cafes, and the French? I just can’t. There are no words. I feel like I’ve stepped into a set of a movie.

48 hours ago I was in Australia. Today I am in Paris. One world, and yet here I sit in absolute awe of this world we live in, the variations of the cities people have built, and all the busy people hustling and bustling around their unique, individual lives.

Dear World, I love you.

(Ps. I accidentally left my SLR camera turned on, on the plane, so I had to use my iPhone’s camera today. Umm, slow clap for technology? Impressed! Also-also, my Instagram (username: Fabulizzles) is where I’ll be posting like crazy once I get 3G tomorrow).

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May 8th, 2013
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Spring in #Paris… Whoa.

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May 8th, 2013
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Travelling Tips from Melbourne to Paris (via Shanghai)

  • Do not think you won’t cry at the Melbourne airport, because you will. And you’ll cry harder than you’ve cried in the past fifteen months. In fact, you’ll cry so hard your eyes will stay puffy and red for hours later… I believe they call it ‘ugly cry.’
  • Bring cover-up makeup with you. It works magic on puffy crying eyes
  • Text everyone until the last second you possibly can because ‘omg I love you so much.’ Know that they know that.
  • Plan ahead and download TV shows (Awkward.) and movies (Silver Linings Playbook & Life of Pi) for the first 10 hour and 20 minute flight.
  • Ensure your laptop (and iPhone) are fully charged.
  • Shake hands with the guy next to you and hear his story. Amazingly he would have just said a big ‘I love you,’ and ‘goodbye’ to his Australian girlfriend of a year as he returns back home to Paris to surprise his mom. Amazing similarities. Seats A and B of aisle 38 were quite the depressing, sad zone.  
  • Do not, I repeat, do not under any circumstances read the card Matt gave you on the plane. Why you would do that to yourself I have no idea, but you’ll end up staring out the window as tears hit the armrest below.
  • Breathe. Remember to breathe.
  • Get lost in a movie or a book and have faith that you’ll stop feeling numb at some point.
  • Don’t give the little kid across the aisle the evil eye for playing Dora the Explorer on LOUD with no headphones. It’ll do no good. Give his parents that side-eye, yet still, it won’t do anything, but make sure they know are you annoyed because OHMYGOD.
  • Keep breathing. In. Out. Good girl.
  • When you arrive in China, take note how you really want to learn Chinese. Or, at least the basics of it. It’s such a foreign language to the English alphabet so take note how useful and interesting it would be to learn. Add to bucket list.
  • Bring your glasses. Or contacts. Or a magnifying glass. Or anything to seeeeee! Being blind as a bat in a foreign airport is THE WORST.
  • Say your pleases and thank yous even when people are evil bitches (I’m looking at you evil flight attendant).
  • Make friends with Nicholas next to you on the plane and drill him for cheap, delicious places to eat in Paris. Nod your head when he suggests “snails, frogs and horse” even though you’re all like, “bahahahaha. No” in your head.
  • Good call on bringing your pillow. Such a smarty pants you are.
  • Do not-not-not make a fat joke at yourself when Nicholas offers you chocolate, “yes please, but I shouldn’t, I’ve gained so much weight.” Remember, Nicholas, his mother, and the world doesn’t care. It’s just you.
  • Breathe. See? It’s already getting easier. Noooooo, stop looking at iPhone photos. Silly girl. Breathe and remember how amazing the past fifteen months were and how lucky-lucky-lucky you are that you got to explore and live in Australia.
  • Have Euros all ready in your purse for Paris, because suddenly realizing you don’t on the plane sucks.
  • Good call on buying a world outlet converter at the Melbourne Airport. Hello charging-laptop in Shanghai.
  • Sleep as much as you possibly can on the second, 13-hour flight from Shanghai to Paris. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. And then sleep some more.
  • Don’t get the dinner meal on the second flight when it’s equivalent to your 3am. You’re not even hungry, and besides, your hostel will have fresh croissants waiting for you when you arrive.  
  • Don’t pack your umbrella at the bottom of your bag. It’ll be raining when you arrive in Paris and you’ll need it. And on that note, don’t bother doing your hair nice, it’s raining in Paris, it’ll just get ruined.
  • Be patient. Soon, my love, that shower will come.
  • Don’t fall asleep typing a blog post just because you’re coming up to 31 hours of travel time, and hardly any sleep. Who said travelling wasn’t fun?
  • Don’t email Matt. Do email Matt. I don’t know the etiquette…
  • And finally, SMILE. Because you’re in PARIS!!
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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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