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My name is Sara. I am 25 years old. I have been living, working, and enjoying this big beautiful city of New York for the past four years. I work full time in Finance, but I use creative outlets to stay sane. I paint, draw, and I recently purchased my first SLR: The D90. I am an amateur photographer, but I am hoping the camera can make up for that gap. For now the hobby is more about capturing the composition that is life than being a perfectionist. So please excuse me if I am ever out of focus or overexposed! Photos coming soon. I am also a total animal lover riding horses since I was 7, and rescuing any cat and I could get my hands on. I also love to travel, meet new people, and try new things. There are endless places I want to visit, and my goal is to live abroad some day soon. I feel fortunate to have a supportive family, and so lucky to have a boyfriend, best friend, and roommate, all in one.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Part 3: Paris

As I mentioned earlier, we went out on a limb on our whim, and rebooked our flights to include Paris.  Traveling between countries in Europe is cheap and convenient,  http://www.ryanair.com/en.  We flew into Paris from Ibiza, and the contrast of the 2 countries was so strong it practically felt calculated.

Taken from Part III of journal:
"Where we stayed: http://www.st-christophers.co.uk/paris-hostels
Things we did: Louvre, the Hotel De Ville, the Versailles, lunch on the Seine, top of Montmarte for a panoramic view of the city, into the center of the city and through la Jardin, down Champs-Elysees, over to the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, Eifel tower, Deux Margo, and a bit of shopping.  The nightlife that Julien introduced us to was very different than Spain - not sure if it was his taste or Paris in general - but it was more sophisticated fun.  Paris feels grander and more spread out than Barcelona does, or perhaps my feet were just getting tired at that point.
The food was exceptional. NYC may be the foodie capital of the world, but a croissant at Boulangerie Duchêne or anywhere else in Paris is very different than a croissant in New York.  The flaky, buttery, pastry eaten any time of day, alone or dipped into espresso is not replicable in North America.  Strolling through St. Germain led me to the most a-mazing pistachio macaroon, and I quickly developed a brand new appreciation for that little treat, as well.  Follow that with a coffee at Deux Margo, and your day will feel complete.

Favorite memory:  Tour de Eiffel when it sparkes on the hour
Favorite Souvenir: Ladurée Body Oil

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