3-day Whirlwind Weekend in Paris

Friday 8/7

On Friday I touched down at 6:45 a.m. in Paris, after sleeping off and on for a total of four hours. I fully planned on grabbing a nap in the afternoon, but somehow Sara toured me around Paris and I stayed awake until 10:30 p.m. Sara picked me up in the French equivalent of a zip car and drove me past the landmarks at daybreak. 

That’s maybe the prettiest Paris looked during the trip because of the way the morning light hit all of the familiar forms. Also, the city was still asleep, and the streets typically crowded with tourists were clear. We went to Sara’s apartment, dropped off my bags, and exchanged gifts before hopping in the car and grabbing a healthy brunch at one of Sara’s favorite cafes. I say healthy, but probably 50 percent of my “vegan” meal was bread. 

But the bread in Paris does not feel as bad for you. The ingredients are fresh and not packed with preservatives. It settles better in my stomach. There were three types of house-made butters to smear on the bread, but the one Sara insisted I try was Belgium chocolate hazelnut spread. Basically homemade Nutella. I don’t love Nutella, but I did love this stuff. I took a quick trip to the bathroom and Sara sneakily bought two jars of the decadent spread for me to bring back to Tucson. Hopefully they have not exploded in my checked bag! I’d have to lick everything clean because I wouldn’t want an ounce of it to go to waste. 

After lunch we walked to Museum d’Orsay, the impressionist museum filled with masterpieces by Monet, van Gogh, Seurat, Gauguin, Cezanne, Degas, and many, many, many more. My favorite room was the last one we entered, filled with blurred but precise pointillism and Gauguin’s vibrant Tahitian colors. It was delicious to the eyes. 

After seeing all we could at the museum we headed over to the mall beneath the Louvre on a to see how the La Maison du Chocolat was performing. My stomach was so full from travel and brunch still, but we sampled chocolates and walked out with five eclairs.

We headed back to a car, and as I was dozing off I noticed Sara waving, assuming it was a courtesy wave to another driver. Then she alerted me that I needed to hop out to let Oosama (her fiance) in the car. haha. I think Sara forget she had only said in French on the phone that we were picking Oosama up, so I wasn’t anticipating meeting him curbside, mid-nap. He is wonderful! Gentle, intelligent, and a sweet match with lively Sara. He will tame her. 🙂 


We hung out at Sara’s apartment, where I met her sister Mouna and was impressed by her English. She watches a lot of American TV, which is what she attributes her excellent English to. We nibbled on Morrocan treats Sara’s mom brought from Casablanca, then Oosama and Sara went to pick up a rental car they were to use for the next day— their wedding day! We ordered sushi for dinner, and Mouna went to pick it up. Most places close early, so it’s hard to find quick food in the evening, yet Parisians do not really eat dinner until 9 p.m. So I’m not sure how that work typically…I slept like a rock until 7 a.m. when we got ready for the big wedding day. And it really was a big day…

Saturday 8/8- Wedding Day

We nibbled on Moroccan snacks and drank a coffee before meeting up with Mr. and Mrs. El Bekri. I greeted them, but with the language barrier, did not do much communicating with them during the trip. It was driving me crazy because I wanted so badly to talk to them! Their oldest daughter got married 10 days before Sara at the Versailles City Hall! So they married off two of three daughters in two weeks. That’s a good pace. 

We went to get our hair done in a salon. The bride had her hair pulled to the side with curls and a white flower barrette. She looked royal! We all did our own makeup in the salon then met up with the rest of the family at the Paris City hall. In France, the religious ceremony has no significance to the state, so a courthouse marriage is required to be recognized as marriage in Paris. Sara and Oosama will have their big wedding party in Morocco on Sept. 4. I’ll be missing out, but I’m so glad to have been present for this. 

We walked up to the “marriage room” of the city hall. They are required to leave the door into the room cracked so it’s considered a “public” ceremony. The woman who read the legal commitment and asked if they swore to love and respect one another was wearing a Parisian red, white and blue sash, and wearing casual attire. The rest of us were dressed formally. The ceremony took about 15 minutes, and then they were declared husband and wife. This was all in French, so I was going off of gestures, which are fairly easy to read in a wedding ceremony. 

Afterward we went to the nearest park, and watched Sara and Oosama pose for photos. Then we headed up to the 56th floor of a building (the name of it, I cannot recall) to eat lunch. The view was incredible! We could see all of Paris, including the Eiffel Tower. The photographer was telling me it’s the best view of the city, since when you’re in the Eiffel Tower, you obviously cannot see it in expansive view of the city. 
We had a delicious four-course lunch, then said farewell to Sara and Oosama who spent their wedding night in a castle. Yes, to we Americans a castle sounds pretty extravagant, right? But when I gave that news a squeal of excitement, Sara immediately calmed me down and said, “It’s France, castles are everywhere!” haha. Not in my neck of the woods! 

Mouna and I changed clothes and spent the afternoon walking around Paris with Haitam (Oosama’s brother). We walked past Notre Dame, saw point zero (which is the point from which every landmark in Paris is measured. It sits humbly on a tile in front of Notre Dame), then arrived at the Opera House (Palais de Garnier) just as it was closing. We were sleepy by then, so it was for the best. 


Then we headed down a charming pedestrian alley and took a hard left into a shop that looked tiny, but was a long, narrow creperie! We sat down by the restaurant kitty cat and had some of the best crepes I’ve ever tasted. I went with savory. 

Then Haitam went back to his family and we met up with all the El Bekris at the Palace of Versailles. Every July through September the Palace gardens stay open on Saturday nights for a light show, then fireworks by the fountains. And the fountains are many! The gardens went on and on. I cannot imagine a king thinking so many were necessary, but Louis XIV seemed like a man who loved excess. Just peering into the windows of the Palace took my breath away. I’d like to go inside if I ever get back to Paris in this lifetime. 

There was an indescribable sunset, and machines sent infinite bubbles into the air, making this part of the trip feel like a dream. We took advantage of all the photo op’s, then Mouna and I walked the gardens like zombies waiting for the fireworks to begin at 10:50 p.m. The sun really does not go down until 10, so everything happens late in Paris! The fireworks were “ooo and ahhh” worthy. Afterward we loaded into a car with Mama and Papa El Bekri and drove back to Mouna and Sara’s apartment in La Defense. We slept like babies. 

Sunday 8/9

It rained for much of the night, which I loved! I made sure to wake up in time to see Matt race in the prelims of the medley relay. He had a solid 52.8 split in the relay. Then Mouna and I ate a little something and headed out to see the Palais de Garner aka the Opera House. I took the audio tour and imagined how magical going to a ballet at this grandiose place must be. Mouna said in order to nab tickets, you need to reserve them months in advanced. The Paris ballet company practices in the upper level of the opera house! I wish we could have sneaked a peak. 

There’s an incredible, and fairly contemporary mural by Marc Chagall on the ceiling above the seating. It doesn’t fit the look of the rest of the place because the original mural was painted over in the 1950s. Some art critics call it an abomination, but I loved it. Charles Garnier, the architect, chose to make the seating and walls red because it put the ladies of the audience in a light which brought out the pink in their cheeks and made them look youthful. Crazy how much thought was put into how the audience of the main attraction would appear! This guy was concerned with every last detail. 

After a thorough tour, we headed to a burger joint, but not just any burger joint, Mouna assured me. They were burgers done the French way at the Big Fernand. I learned that meant the bread did not leave your hands coated in butter or grease, but let you eat your burger without even needing a napkin. And of course, it was the best burger bun I’d ever had! How do they do it? I had a potabello burger, so it really was different than any In N Out experience. 

Sara met us there and then we walked over to Angelina’s a historic French restaurant which gives off all of the sterotypical French vibes which tourists flock to. Their pastry case was a work of art. Sara bought us to Mont Blanc, which were semi-sweet frosting covered, cupcake-ish things, with cream and meringue inside. Decadent. 



Then I bought some gifts for Matt and our doggie sitter and we drove to a dining boat, with a cabana vibe. I laughed because Sara ordered bread and cheese and a small cake. So we had three pastries and her meal to feast upon, and this was after the burger place. Fortunately we were averaging a 10k walk everyday! I would have felt guilty about my incessant bread intake otherwise. But, hey, if you’re going to go bread crazy, it might as well be in Paris. 

Afterward we headed back and watched Matt win a silver medal in the 50 back on Sara’s phone! Then we headed back to the apartment, I packed my things, and the tired bunch relaxed for a bit. Sara and her mom went to see a French flick at 9, which I assured her was way too late for me to start a movie anyway. I was drained! Mouna and I took the tram down to La Defense and concluded my last night in France with the most authentically American restaurant you can find— Chipotle. haha. It hit the spot! I loved chatting with Mouna. She and Sara are both wildly smart and will never leave you without an answer. They’re both so curious that if you have a question they cannot answer, they will look it up on their phone and have some information for you in 10 seconds. They know so much about their city! It’s so fun walking around with these two. 

We crashed into bed, woke up in time to say goodbye to Mouna, then Sara and I ventured to the bus which would take me to the airport. It’s funny how Matt and I became competent in getting around on the subway when we were there in 2011, but this year, I was completely dependent on Sara and Mouna to lead me. Blindly following them. Sara didn’t seem to trust that I could find my own way to the bus stop, and after three days of following the pros around, I wasn’t feeling totally confident in my own navigation skills! So I was thankful she held my hand through the last hour, and got me where I needed to be. haha. Fortunately, Sara likes or doesn’t mind being depended upon. 
Overall, the trip was jam-packed with adventures and I loved every minute. I wasn’t sure what three days in Paris would feel like, but I’d do it again with the El Bekris in a heartbeat. I just need to catch up on some missed ZZZs before I think about jet setting again. 

Cheers to a lifetime of happiness for Sara and Oosama. I think you two picked well. 🙂

Comments

  1. stevenjared0853

    Loveliest pictures from your 3-day Whirlwind Weekend in Paris! Thank you very much for sharing these photos here. I also visited LA last week with my fiancé. We had our engagement shoot over there and also visited a couple of LA event venues for our wedding ceremony. I liked a garden venue so much and would like to tie the knot at that place.

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