Travel Tilt

I’m in Paris, and here’s what I forgot to pack.

I’m just going to level with you about a few things. First of all, I didn’t forget to pack anything. (Come on, guys, this is me.) But there have been a distinct list of items that have proven especially useful that I feel like others may forget to pack or think they don’t need. (That list is below.)

Secondly, and most importantly…

Paris is cold and beautiful.

Even in our much tinier-than-pictured Airbnb (where I’m now writing this) we get this gorgeous view, dotted with Parisian chimneys:

James and I don’t mind the cramped space. When you spend so much time learning about the history of Paris and the suffering of it’s people, a 100-square-foot flat at the top of 6 flights of stairs with a toilet that only half-flushes seems more comical than unaccommodating.

Getting here was long and tiresome. We used an extended layover to spend an impromptu day in Boston at a brewery. We made airport screwdrivers in Iceland. We mostly hoped the drinking would help us sleep. (Nope.) But we’re here and it’s been wonderful. Lookout for a post on all the places we ate, drank, and then ate and drank some more.

Things I Forgot To Pack. (But not really.)

That’s all for now. The city calls.

À Bientôt,