Five Romantic Things To Do in Paris

Quick, where’s the most romantic place in the world? You thought Paris, right? Good job, me too. And it’s not hard to see why: sharing a pain au chocolat in a cozy cafe? Picnicking on the banks of the Seine? Strolling hand in hand through the Louvre and canoodling at the top of the Eiffel Tower? They’re all activities for two.

So for your next getaway to the City of Love, here are a few great suggestions:

1. Get hot chocolate at Angelina. It will be the sweetest, creamiest, chocolatiet, naughtiest hot chocolate of your life and you will not regret it one tiny bit.

Petite Anglaise’s Travel Tips For Paris

Please join us in welcoming Catherine Sanderson to The Window Seat. She is the author of Petite Anglaise, a popular blog and new memoir of the same name. Her guest blog gives you an insider’s look at a special Paris neighborhood off the beaten path.

Clotilde Dusoulier’s Edible Adventures in Montmartre

Join us in welcoming to The Window Seat the lovely Clotilde Dusoulier, author and celebrated Parisian blogger behind Chocolate & Zucchini. Her delicious guest blog will tempt you with an insider’s look at Paris.

I’ve lived in Montmartre for over five years, and if I’d been paid one centime for every time I’ve directed visitors to the Sacré-Coeur or the Moulin Rouge, I could afford to stay in bed eating chocolate for the rest of my life.

But I worry: once they reach those landmarks, if they get hungry, will they know where to go? Tourist traps lie in wait all over the hill, but Montmartre is a very residential area and locals eat there, too, so there is plenty of good food to be found if you know where to look. Here are a few favorites.

Speak Out: Why Do You Travel?

Every traveler has a moment like this one. I’d been hanging around Paris for a few weeks and decided to explore the Sacré-Cœur Basilica. After climbing every single step to the top and wandering through the cathedral itself, I was ready to park myself in a café for a while. As I plunked back down the stairs, worn out and bedraggled, a familiar song caught my ears.

“Country roads…take me home…to the place…I belong…West Virginia.”

I wandered over to two young Frenchman playing acoustic guitars and joined in signing a wacky tribute to the late, great John Denver. It was a silly moment, to be sure, but one in which the world felt both stranger than ever before–and yet shared.