When you touch down in another country you are most likely dealing with exhaustion, excitement and coffee shakes all at the same time.

You may also be walking around in a state of tired delusion.

That was us the first day.

We flew through the night and landed at 8am Paris time.

We dropped our bags off at our sweet hotel on Rue Cler and headed out.

Kelly had never been to Paris before so our first stop was the Eiffel Tower and then on to the open air tour bus so he could quickly see the city.

When only music was coming though our earphones we were drifting off to sleep being lulled to the land of dreams by the warm breeze in our face, music in our ears and the hum of the bus.

As soon as we could check into our hotel at 2pm we headed back for a quick nap and then on to dinner.

We walked a few blocks to La Fontaine de Mars.

We were early enough we didn’t need reservations and we were still pinching ourselves that we were in Paris…together.

Just like all meals in France it was long and leisurely.

It was perfection.

After dinner we walked back to the Eiffel Tower and found our place on the green.

We were waiting along with many for the hourly sparkle to begin.

The weather couldn’t have been any better as we walked back to our hotel {Grand Hotel Leveque}.

That first night I opened our large windows in our room.

No screens and as large as doors.

Below we could hear the busy cafes and the random loud laughs.

We could hear the clinking glasses and the shuffling of the waiters clearing the tables.

To our surprise we were able to see the top of the Eiffel Tower and we still enjoyed the hourly twinkling lights.

A trip that my husband came on to please me would soon change him and he would fall in love with France too.