Perkie and Mowgli

For a long time we were one woman and one beloved golden retriever mix, but we met the best man and now all three of us live in Brooklyn. This is now the story of how two people and one dog become a little family - and a blog with more dog photos than you probably care about.

France Trip - Highs and Lows

We are back from France and I am back at work (womp womp) and I posted a few highlights from each day while I was gone.

The absolute highlights of our trip that I haven’t covered yet:
- dinner at Les Cocottes in Paris (get the waffle with salted caramel and chantilly cream - I am dreaming about that thing),
- our trip(s) to the Louvre. If you plan to go on a Sunday, which we did, either get there right when it first opens or purchase your tickets online in advance - the ticket line gets insanely long. It took us about 10 minutes to get inside, and from there we beelined to the Mona Lisa so Steve could see it (it was his first trip to Paris). We ate breakfast at one of the cafes there, henceforth known as site of the tooth incident (an old filling crumbled and took some of my tooth with it). We went back to the hotel and the concierge found us a dentist - our appointment wasn’t until 5:30 that night, so we went back to the Louvre and explored areas I had never been before. The Medieval Louvre exhibit was a particular highlight.

Lest you think our time in France was all sunshine and rainbows, we had a few lows:
- The broken tooth incident - although the dentist was amazing and really nice, breaking a tooth on vacation is less than ideal. It obviously happened on a Sunday and we were leaving first thing the next morning for Bordeaux (smaller town, less chance of finding an English-speaking dentist) - because these things never happen on a weekday when you have some time - plus I couldn’t really eat until it got fixed. Also, French dentists charge double on a Sunday. It ended up being an unexpected $600 expense. I should be able to get an insurance reimbursement for some of it and get the rest back from my FSA, but still - ouch!
- Our hotel in Biarritz was right in the center of town and didn’t have air conditioning. There is a nice sea breeze in Biarritz so theoretically you don’t need air conditioning - except it was so loud with the windows open, it was like trying to sleep in a bar (we tried earplugs - it muffled the bar sound, but it was just so loud the earplugs could only do so much). You had to pick between too loud to sleep and too hot to sleep. The worst was the last night when the British tourists in the room next door got into a drunken, violent fight at 3 AM our last night in Biarritz - it sounded like they were throwing things (and punches) so we were not about to knock on the door and ask them to be quiet. We were pretty exhausted for our 7:15 AM departure from Biarritz the last day. The TripAdvisor reviews made the too loud/too hot problem pretty clear - lesson learned, comb over those reviews very carefully before you book a nonrefundable hotel room!
- This is more funny than a low point now - on the way from Orly (Paris’ smaller airport) to Paris, my $13 Euro train ticket malfunctioned and couldn’t be read by the machine. I ended up jumping a turnstile for the first time in my life. In retrospect it is funny, but at the time all I could think about was getting cited by the police for not paying my fare. I am not cut out to be a criminal.

Day 9 in France - our last full day. We traveled back to Paris and had lunch at L’ Avant Comptoir - a standing room only tapas bar which I highly recommend. Then I took Steve to Shakespeare & Company bookstore, then to my favorite spot in Paris, the Luxembourg Gardens, where we people-watched and took a nap in the shade. We wandered up to the Seine to watch the Tour de France, which finished in Paris that day. Seeing the Tour de France in person was a total bucket list item for me and even though the peloton passes in about 15 seconds - it was so cool to see!

We ate one last dinner at a wine bar in the Latin Quarter to finish off our trip. It was a great one!

Day 8 in France - a perfect beach day in Biarritz. We ate a fat kid breakfast (waffles with chocolate and banana for Steve, with salted caramel and chantilly for me), a morning at Galeries Lafayete checking out the sales (I got a scarf and some gorgeous lacy French bras for 60% off!), pinxtos for lunch (what they call tapas in Basque Country), an afternoon at the beach where Steve dug himself a sand nest, watching the sunset, and a walk home on the beach at extreme low tide, where we frolicked in the sandbars.

One fun thing about Biarritz (and Bordeaux for that matter) - both are a little off the beaten path for American tourists. Plenty of French, British, and Australians though!

Day 7 in France started out cold and rainy. We ate crepes for breakfast (Nutella & banana for Steve, caramel with fleur du sel for me) and walked around in the breeze. Then, around 2:30 PM, a miracle - hot sunshine and a perfect afternoon at the beach! Then dessert before dinner (ice cream) followed eventually by amazing Basque cuisine.

Day 6 in France - we traveled by train to Biarritz, a beach town in Basque Country. She greeted us with cloudy cold weather but then we enjoyed beers during a gorgeous golden hour overlooking the beach.

I tried to post these yesterday and failed - on Day 5 in France, we went wine tasting in Medoc, outside Bordeaux.

It was again amazing and led me to decide on one thing I really want to do on our honeymoon next year - find a winery we can spend the night at in Tuscany and spend several hours sitting outside, reading, sipping wine, and staring at the vineyards.

Thanks for the compliments on the dress -it is Boden and currently on sale!

Thanks for the compliments on the dress -it is Boden and currently on sale!

We spent our fourth day in France wine tasting south of Bordeaux and visiting the village of St. Emilion. So beautiful and a fantastic day!

Day 3 in France - our first day in Bordeaux. Incredibly beautiful and romantic!

Day 3 in France and our first day in Bordeaux - a gorgeous and romantic city. It is a hybrid of Paris and (oddly?) Zadar in Croatia.