I’ve been MIA the past week, partially because I was out of the country and partially because I picked up a nasty bug on my travels and have been mostly laying in bed and whining about it since. Sadly, I haven’t pulled it together to do beauty in the movies this week. I promise a return to posting next week, but for now please accept some pictures from our trip to Paris instead.
A stolen picture of the art nouveau rooms at the Musée d’Orsay. I want to live in these rooms.
The Two Windmills Cafe, just like in the movie—no sign of Amelie though.
The view from our hotel, the Montmartre cemetery, it might be creepy to some, but the dead make for quiet neighbors and it’s actually a very beautiful graveyard.
Lots of black cats to watch too.
We were in the red light district which means there were tons of sex shops.
The Eiffel Tower is quite the phallic symbol.
The beautiful St. Pierre De Montmartre, the site of the equally gorgeous wedding which was the real reason for our trip.
A peek into a storage room at the Louvre.
The ridiculous hubbub around the Mona Lisa—with so many insanely gorgeous paintings it seems unfair that she gets all the attention.
We were right around the corner from the Moulin Rouge, unfortunately we could not afford the two hundred euro to see the show.
Thankfully they weren’t in need of our business though, as you can see by the massive line outside on Valentine’s day.
Our own Valentine’s day party—macaroons, champagne, and Paris, what more could we ask for?