Where better to spend our last morning in Paris than at the Louvre? And when I say morning, that means that we woke up at 6am, which is 5am in the UK by the way, and by 7 we where in front of this mesmerizing Museum. Makeup and hair was done, we were just not caffeinated enough.
If you are travelling to a new city, or really, even in the one that you leave, try to explore it early in the morning. Preferably during the weekend because we all know how fierce people can be when they go to work. You will find that the city looks so different to how you are used to seeing it. I found that Paris, just like London, is much more beautiful in the soft morning light, where you actually have space to see and take in all the beauty.
I am writing this post two weeks after we’ve returned from our Parisian trip, but the whole morning is as clear as yesterday. Social media is full of pictures with the Louvre, but in all the pictures you see one huge constant. It’s full of people! So we thought we have no chance of taking pictures at the Louvre without having at least 10 more curious tourists like us. However, we couldn’t have been more surprised.
Paul and I were getting close to the Louvre, when we saw a family running. Mom, dad and sun looked like they were running from behind the gates that the security team has put to keep the tourist attractions safe at night. They were holding a camera so we thought they were trespassing to take those spectacular pictures that we wanted to take also. This would explain why one of the security guards was walking in their direction and them running from him.
By this time, confused from the lack of caffeine and the scene that was happening before our eyes, we just continued our way towards the museum. When we got to the before mentioned gates, the security guard was just unlocking them – he actually wanted to let the family know that the Louvre Museum is now opened and not at all what they probably thought was coming.
I thought this was the perfect occasion to wipe the dust off of my pointe shoes. I have not trained for them in what feels like ages, but I still love this beautiful little torturous dancing shoes. A red dress was just a must, really! I especially loved this one from Warehouse because it was so light, had the slit for any dance pose I wanted to do and it is perfect for those who can’t decide between a flower print or stripes. Haha, I am one of those. I did not do my research on the Warehouse brand before, but after wearing this dress, am curious what more they have in store.
Now, because I am already nostalgic of summer and a big glass of rum and tropical juice is waiting for me, I will end the blog post here. From all the shots that we’ve taking in this past year and a bit when we started, it would be unfair to pick only one, but this would definitely be in my top 3. Can it get better than this? Paris, summer, my man, our birthday celebrations and Louvre?