
From the moment we landed in Paris, magic was around every corner. My oldest daughter (12!), my dear friend Jen, and I stepped into eleven dreamy days in the City of Light—and the first half felt like a fairy tale.
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From the moment we landed in Paris, magic was around every corner. My oldest daughter (12!), my dear friend Jen, and I stepped into eleven dreamy days in the City of Light—and the first half felt like a fairy tale.
We kicked things off by watching the Eiffel Tower glitter after dusk—an enchanting moment that still plays in my head. Days were filled with chocolate mousse in hand as we wandered pop-up artist markets, and spent a blissful afternoon inside the whimsical Jellycat Patisserie at Galeries Lafayette. Those soaring dome ceilings took my breath away.
Come weekend, we roamed flea markets in search of unique treasures—customizing lip gloss and combs at Officine Universelle Buly felt especially luxe. We even dove into a croissant‑making class (hello, buttery heaven). And when the Grand Palais opened the sensory playground of the Euphoria balloon exhibit, we lost ourselves in light, color, and play.
No Paris trip is complete without a stop at the famed French pharmacy—and La Grande Épicerie dovetailed beautifully into that ritual. We snagged all the must-have skincare and gourmet bites, boxed up our finds (with care!), and carried on.
We reserved just one formal dinner—an unforgettable evening at Ralph’s, which absolutely lived up to the hype. But most nights, we were delightfully tired from a day of wandering. Stumbling into cozy brasseries and neighborhood cafés with no set plans and full hearts became our nightly ritual.
And then—fashion fantasy fulfilled. Somewhere amid all the strolling, I spotted my dream: a 90’s Chanel blazer, tucked into a little shop window. A forever piece I’d yearned for … and now it’s mine. Paris, you just get me.
We waved goodbye to Jen mid‑trip, only to be joyfully reunited with new company—my mom, sister, and Aunt Nola—for the second leg of our Paris adventure. A year ago we’d followed this same beloved path, so instead of squeezing in must-see landmarks, we reveled in what felt right. And this year, my daughter Nola slotted in perfectly.
Our Saturday morning began at the legendary Marché aux Puces de Saint-Ouen—the world’s largest antique and second-hand market, spanning over seven hectares with 14 distinct markets and more than 1,700 vendors. We timed it just right—we dove into its maze of alleyways, stalls, and showrooms. It’s a place where every corner hides vintage treasures and whimsical finds . We bartered a bit, stumbled across quirky art, and walked away with beloved pieces tucked into our bags.
Friday night brought a quintessential Parisian highlight: a dinner cruise along the Seine. We opted for a shared, glass-roofed boat—four-course meal, pretty good food, and priceless ambiance. As we glided past the Louvre, Notre Dame, and pastel-lit bridges, Parisians lined the banks—dating, picnicking, laughing. Watching the city’s pulse from the water felt deeply romantic.
Pro tip: For that fairy-tale moment when the Eiffel Tower sparkles, consider splurging on a private boat.
Our last day exploded with activity. After devilishly tempting shopping, we tackled the major sights:
Here’s to next year, to more wandering, more family stories, and more of that inexplicable Paris magic.