My friend Nary stayed at the same hotel that I booked during her own Paris trip last weekend and informed me that they didn’t have air conditioning. My heart dropped. No way can a 7 months preggo lady stay in 85 degree Paris without air conditioning. So we decided to eat the cost of our cancellation fee (110 euros…sheesh) and start from square one on the hotel front.
I managed to find a place (with air conditioning!) last minute, but that’s about all I have at this point. No excursions. No reservations. No ideas. Nothing. And it doesn’t help that my husband doesn’t know squat about Paris. When I asked him what he was most interested in doing while there, he said “I want to see the Eiffel Tower and eat pizza”, which then involved a geography lesson about the different regional foods of Europe. He recanted and said, “I want to see the Eiffel Tower and eat beignets”. Well, at least those are pseudo-french, but I’m not sure Paris is known for this Cajun French delicacy.
I spent 5 days in the city of lights with my parents while I was in college, and we checked off most of the primary must-see tourist sites during our stay, so I’m not filled with a burning urge to see the Mona Lisa again. The one thing we didn’t see that’s still on my bucket list is Monet’s Gardens in Giverny, so I plan on booking a group tour for one afternoon while we’re in the area.