After weeks of sharing stories from Mexico City — its vibrant culture, incredibly kind people, creative cocktails, and unforgettable meals — I couldn’t wait to dive into my next chapter of travel: Paris. There’s something about returning to the City of Light that always feels like something out of a fairytale. The trip was filled with moments that I can wait to share, unforgettable meals, a fantastic champagne bar, fabulous shopping, and I even managed to squeeze in a day trip to Montmartre.
As a self-proclaimed Type A traveler, I’m the one with an icon-coded Google map, a meticulously organized itinerary, and at least three backup restaurants for every meal. So, spending an agenda-free afternoon in Paris felt like I was rebelling against my natural wiring. It was equal parts liberating and mildly terrifying—with a definite emphasis on terrifying.
Dining in Paris isn’t difficult due to a lack of good restaurants—quite the opposite. The challenge lies in the sheer abundance of choices. Each scroll through TikTok or Instagram reveals yet another must-visit bistro, a candlelit table, or a bold claim of “the best meal in Paris.”
Weekends. Do you exist anymore? I am beginning to wonder. If I remember correctly, a weekend was defined by the time I closed out of PowerPoint and shut my computer down on Friday afternoon until it was booted back up on Monday morning. This time was typically used for leisurely activities: checking out movies, shopping, and cocktailing with my friends.
Dining in Paris isn’t difficult due to a lack of good restaurants—quite the opposite. The challenge lies in the sheer abundance of choices. Each scroll through TikTok or Instagram reveals yet another must-visit bistro, a candlelit table, or a bold claim of “the best meal in Paris.”