My son, Dylan (now 8) has a knack for "manifesting" what he wants to do by just announcing to everyone that he's doing it. So when he got it in his head that he was taking a trip to Paris, it wasn't long before he had my mother, his "Mimi" booking flights. Meanwhile, I decided to third-wheel the trip because, well, Paris. Here's a brief recap of the trip so we can remember all our favorite parts.
 
We started out on a flight that stopped in Iceland, and got to hang out at the Business Lounge in Logan Airport and the Iceland Airport.
When we arrived in Paris we headed toward our hotel, the Hôtel Elysées Union in the 8th Arrondissement just blocks from the Arc de Triomphe. There were bistros on every corner in each direction from the front door, and a view of the Eiffel Tower out our room window.
We started with a quick walk to the Trocadéro, an elevated plaza that overlooks the Eiffel Tower, and were surprised to find out that we had walked right into the Hermes show at Paris Fashion Month. Photographers were everywhere and models strutted in their streetwear for them up and down the road as we passed.
Story time:
The first night in the hotel was a bit rough, as my mother got confused with the time change. She was up in the middle of the night rustling around in the bathroom and I could not understand what she was doing, or why she wasn't making any effort to stay quiet, given her grandchild was sleeping in the same room after a long day of flying. Finally, she burst out of the bathroom and announced "Ok, you guys, you have to wake up. We have to be at the Eiffel Tower by one and it's already eleven."
I rubbed my eyes and looked at her, unsure of how to phrase what I wanted to say. "But, Mom, it's still...today. It's yesterday. It's...it's nighttime."
"No, Courtney, you slept in. It's time to get up, we don't know how long the train takes from here and we don't want to be late for our tickets."
I can't believe I had to do this, but I got out of my warm, cozy bed, walked over to the window, and opened the shade to reveal that it was pitch black outside. "Mom," I said again, "it's 11 o'clock...at night."
Still for some reason not believing me, or the lack of sunlight, my mom finally checked her phone. "Oh, huh." And with that we all got to go back to bed, my mother fully clothed, hair done, makeup flawless. As you can imagine that incident has come up a few times since.
The next day, when that day really came, we did indeed take the train to the Eiffel Tower. Two things Dylan loves are trains and architecture. He loves trains so much, in fact, that each time our Metro train would arrive we would have to let it go and wait for the next one so he could watch the first one go by.
We climbed the 674 steps to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, then took the elevator to the very top. We used the Paris Pass, which gave us access to this tour and all the biggest museums and many other little experiences throughout our trip.
After the Eiffel Tower climb we headed down to the river where we boarded the Bateaux Parisiens, a riverboat that travels up and down the Seine for a beautiful tour of the city. Before boarding we stopped at one of the stands on the riverside that were selling snacks and drinks and we were able to get a refreshment for Dylan and a bottle of Rose to share for Mom and Mimi. We sat out on the side of the boat and Dylan realized it was super fun to get the sunbathers out on the riverside that day to wave to him. After the boat ride, we stopped briefly by the Eiffel Tower when Dylan saw some amazing portrait artwork and wanted to have his portrait done.
Our goal that night was to see the Eiffel Tower lit up, which took some staying up considering it was summer at we were jetlagged, but we made it!
On our second day, Mimi and Dylan headed to the Louvre and I opted to have a relaxed French morning alone. Dylan discovered that the Lourve actually has a whole arcade/mall area attached to it so he got to play some fun video games, and he fulfilled his lifelong dream of trying McDonald's in France. In other junk-food news, Dylan discovered that the vending machines in the Paris train stations sold a drink called "Oasis," something similar to Gatorade, which became his new obsession (and, if you asked him today, maybe his favorite thing about the trip).
Meanwhile, I discovered that the perfect meal for me is the Petit Dejeuner, the Parisian breakfast available at just about every bistro in the city, which for me is coffee, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and a chocolate croissant. Not a bad morning for Mom.
Next I took the Metro to Le Marais, a trendy neighborhood where I hoped to do some shopping. I love the colors there and all the fun decor of the shops and restaurants.
Later that day I met up with Mimi and Dylan at Montmartre, the artsy neighborhood on the hill overlooking the city, famous for the Sacre Coeur and the Moulin Rouge. Even though we had stopped for ice cream partway up the hill, we stopped again for snacks and champagne at Au Cadet de Gascogne. Next, we took a little trolley train around the city, to Dylan's delight.
In the afternoon we had a snack in the garden area inside our hotel square, which of course consisted of French bread and all kinds of French cheese.
On Day 3, our goal was to climb to the top of the Arc de Triomphe. We got there before it opened and were among the first of the day to climb the narrow, spiral staircase to the upper deck where we could see all of Paris and confirm that Dylan really likes tall buildings and monuments.
From there it was on to the Musée d'Orsay, which Dylan was excited to see because it is in the site of an old train station. Still not sick of tall buildings, we headed next to Montparnasse Tower so that we could see the view from the top of that, too.
On day 4 I decided to go my own way and see something I've always wanted to: the Palais Garnier opera house, the inspiration for the Phantom of the Opera, while Dylan and Mimi rode on the Hop on, Hop Off bus around the city.
By this point it was clear to me that, thanks to the insane heat and lack of air conditioning in Paris, plus Dylan's insistence that we take the stairs up and down to our fourth-floor hotel room each time, I had been changing outfits multiple times a day and was out of clean clothes. I made a trip to a local laundromat and had a confusing and embarrassing conversation with a French man who I thought worked there but, as it turns out, was just being nice to the clueless tourist who couldn't read any of the signs. As my laundry tumbled, I wandered around the 8th Arrondissement taking pictures.
Our last day started with a baking class, which was my favorite part of the trip. We got to make cookies, croissants, and baguettes, sample pastries baked by the professionals, and leave with bags full of pastries. We stopped by a the grocery store for some cheese and took our picnic to the Jardin des Tuileries by the Louvre. The Olympic flame was there as well as the Roue de Paris which Dylan was thrilled to ride.
We finished our trip with another trip to Montmartre for dinner overlooking the Sacre Coeur.
Dylan returned home with gifts for everyone, the most loved being the berets for his brother and sister.