A weekend in Paris… There’s some running too….

Pretty nice spot for a race village!

You may have noticed that Friday posts tend to be a little light. Friday-lite if you will. And why not? We work hard during the week, it’s nice to relax on a Friday evening with a mojito/Corona/tea and enjoy the blog-equivalent of muzak.


This week I thought I’d tell you about our trip to Paris – or as I like to call it, the City Where You Can Have Ice Cream with Every Meal. And let me tell you…. I did myself proud.


We met up with some Aussie friends who did their PhDs with SB, and are currently working in Lyon. Here is a brief run down on the weekend: we used Air B&B to find somewhere fab, which was TWO MINUTES from a Haagen Dazs cafe (and also 10 mins from the Eiffel Tower). We ate cake & ice cream for SB’s birthday and then went to the Moulin Rouge where, sadly, Ewan McGregor doesn’t live or write or even frequent.

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We walked throughout the whole city over two days. A disproportionately high number of people were either wearing red trousers, a striped top or had a small dog. If I was Queen of the World, I’d make sure that everyone had at least one (but preferably all three) from that list.


I bought a French copy of Harry Potter in the misguided hope that it’d jog all that French I learned from the ages of 11-21. We drank lots of wine, ate LOTS of pastry, drank good coffee, and went to a lovely restaurant called Chateaubriand.

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On Sunday, SB and I did a run. Coincidentally it was the Paris equivalent to the Race For Life that Sunday, which started at the Eiffel Tower and was just over 6k long. Unfortunately only women could enter – and I wanted to run with SB. I think it’s called La Parisienne, but I’m on a train and the wifi is too slow to check.

Pretty nice spot for a race village!

Pretty nice spot for a race village!

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So we went on our own run: we ran along the Seine next to La Parisienne  for a bit so we could still benefit from their music and their energy. The Seine was a gorgeous shade of dark emerald green that morning, and the trees were just showing their Autumn colours. Now, my memories might be ridiculously romantic because it was Paris, but everything had a golden glow to it.

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Our route took us from the Seine to the Place de la Concorde, past the Grand Palais and up the Champs Elysees. We rounded it off by going past the Arc du Triomphe and finishing at the little square near our apartment.

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Literally the happiest runners in all of Paris.

And then there was a difficult choice to make. What should I EAT after finishing a run? Fresh, juicy fruit from a little Parisian market stand?

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You are joking. Of course not.


10.30am, people. This is the face of someone who just wants to get stuck in.

10.30am, people. This is the face of someone who just wants to get stuck in.

Running in Paris was fun – the river in itself is more picturesque than the Thames, and to look back and see the Eiffel Tower is great. Overall, there are fewer sights to see along the Seine than the Thames though. And whilst there were loads of runners – normal runners, not La Parisienne runners – they didn’t smile or acknowledge each other. I like a nice wave or smile with another runner: it’s like we’re part of a club.


Anyway, once we had finished our run, we continued our huge walk throughout the city, and then we finished the trip with a visit to the Haagen Dazs cafe, which brought my total to three that day. Before you judge me – we don’t have a single one anywhere near where I live. I mean, what else was I supposed to do????

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Bon Weekend Tout Le Monde!


Ellie B

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