I consider myself blessed. This is true everyday, but then there are days I feel extra specially blessed. Our first anniversary in Paris was day after day of feeling fantastically blessed. We flew from London to Paris for the weekend to celebrate an amazing first year. Paris earned the reputation of the city of romance. We walked along the banks of the Seine, ate yummy crepes from street vendors (fromage for Mark, nutella for me!), we strolled the Champs Elysees, and of course visited the iconic Tour de Eiffel. I think Paris is a beautiful city year round, but we found Paris at Christmas time to be especially enchanting. Everything seemed dressed for the holiday and dressed immaculately well. There were no garish Santas just a bevy of lights tastefully adorned on every building and street corner.Here we are in front of Notre Dame's beautiful Christmas tree.
And here we are walking along the Seine looking back at Notre Dame. We stayed on the top floor of a little boutique hotel on the smaller island of Isle Saint Louis next to Notre Dame so we ended up with lots of Notre Dame shots!
And here we are in our room before heading out to for our anniversary dinner at the fabulous Le Grand Colbert courtesy of our friends the Hortons and Lehmanns.
All in all a fabulously memorable first anniversary and a wonderful and fitting end to our first year of marriage spent here, there and everywhere. We are truly blessed.
