Cardiff Bay | The Last Four Months

Last Saturday my mum came up to visit me in Cardiff. Conveniently we chose the day before Mother’s Day and so I got to spend some quality time with my favourite person when I wouldn’t have seen her otherwise. We actually picked the date because it was part of my mum’s birthday present I gave her last year. As part of the 50 things I challenged her to do this last year, I told her she must visit me in Cardiff, go to Cardiff Bay for lunch and buy some Welsh cakes! Realistically – and terrifyingly – I actually have one more week of lectures left and three more deadlines. Therefore I am one week and three deadlines away from adulthood. Proper adulthood. Last Saturday with my mum allowed me to soak in Cardiff in the best way before I wave goodbye in a few months.

IMG_1154.JPGBefore mum and I headed to Cardiff Bay for the afternoon, I wanted her to visit my favourite Place to Be Mindful in the whole world: Roath Park. Another of her challenges is to take an artsy fartsy photograph so I let her loose with my camera. As Roath Park is one of the most aesthetically pleasing places I’ve been to, I thought my mum could create quite the photograph. And she definitely did (I’ll link her post about it when it’s up!). More importantly, we both had a blackcurrant and clotted cream ice-cream which further made me itch for summer.

We soon realised we were in for a day that would tease us about the warmer days that will surprise us in a few months. We hopped on a train for a quick ride to Cardiff Bay and I was delighted to finally be in there on a warm and blue day- in the past, I only seem to have gone in drizzly grey weather. We first went to Bill’s for a pub lunch before we got mum another tick in her book of fun [book that causes her frequent moments of panic where she believes she’ll let me down- I’m the worst daughter]. Mum bought herself some white chocolate and blueberry – my recommendation – Welsh cakes before we wandered around trying to take the perfect selfie (my fault, again).

We headed back to the centre of Cardiff, did a bit of shopping (she completed another challenge- to spontaneously buy a physical copy of an album) before ending up at Treetop Adventure Golf. As per usual, it was oodles of fun. And then, not as per usual, I won a free round at the end… And so did my mum! We found – and find, still, a week on – this particularly amusing.

As my time in Cardiff is drawing to a close, I’m finding every opportunity to get overly sentimental about the place that I can. Every time I run around Roath or Bute Park, walk through Cathays as the sun sets and sit in my favourite cafe taking in the city, I feel like I’m saying a little, happy goodbye. (Because it isn’t quite goodbye yet.) You can find my last post about Cardiff here: Bute Park | The Last Five Months.

~ Kat ~

P.S. Check out my mum’s post about our day HERE! ❤

Mother Knows Best | Three Lessons

Since it’s Mother’s Day and my mum is one in a million as a junior school assembly song taught me (my brother would insist in replacing “million” with “billion”- that’s how cool our mum is), I wanted to write a little something about her. I decided I would write about a few things my cool (cool as in, sings at the top of her voice as she cooks and rehearses Zumba routines in the evenings) mum has taught me.

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A lesson: My mum is the reason I adore baking and I think the reason I am somewhat good at it. The reason I find it fun rather than challenging is because of something my mum taught me: Use the measurements a recipe gives you! She taught me not to go around them and think, oooh but I don’t have quite that amount; I’ll change that up a bit. Equally and in contrast, my mum taught me to question and be cautious when making icing. Taste tests are important – and yummy – here.

A memory: One of my favourite memories regarding baking with my mum is a recent one- when we tackled the mammoth task of baking a Yule log, mince pies and Christmas cookies in a few hours. We had all of the Christmas tunes on (yes, including Michael Buble) and successfully completed making all of the above. I was a ball of stress over Christmas and the happiness baking brings is like no other- it was a complete cure.

A lesson: It is from my mum where I learnt the importance of walking. My brother and I would complain a lot as my mum would make us walk most places when we were younger. Looking back, I’m not convinced that I hated it after all. She taught me how healthy walking is- how good for you it is. Surprisingly, I don’t actually believe a lot of people realise how amazing it is for your body. She ultimately taught me that you really may as well walk to the places that are possible to walk to.

A memory: Last summer, my mum and I visited the Isle of Wight for the day. And we walked A LOT. If it wasn’t an obvious untruth, I’d attempt to convince you we walked around the whole of the Isle of Wight. All the same, we may as well have tried our hardest to. We didn’t have a particular goal in mind with our trip and our walking meant we stumbled across particular memories we made.

A lesson: Through reading Narnia and other books to my brother and I when we were younger, I developed my love of reading. She actively encouraged us to pick out books to read from a book shop or the library. From doing so, she planted and grew a book lover.

A memory (or two): I have to include my mum’s, brother’s and my love of The Faraway Tree by my mum’s childhood (and mine too!) favourite, Enid Blyton. We still reference the glorious book now. I also have to mention the beautiful book, Me Before You by Jojo Moyles which I was definitely influenced by my mum to read. And it instantly become one of my favourites for ever. To this day, I love discussing the beautiful story with my mum!

Happy Mother’s Day, mumma! ❤

~ Kat ~

An Apology and a Pledge: Women’s Sport

There’s a section of feminism I have been thinking about for a while; something I’ve been super concerned about. And I’m concerned because I know I don’t support some of us ladies- so how can I expect other people to? Especially when I call myself a feminist and promote the awesome movement every single day. I don’t watch women’s sport. And, upsettingly, it isn’t just me who is quite so ignorant. And so I’m making a pledge. But more on that later.

I am a feminist; someone who supports EVERYONE. But I’m ashamed of not only my ignorance, but my completely happy ignorance with regards to female sport. The only sport I consistently keep up with is tennis. And that’s men’s tennis. Whether that’s watching as many men’s tennis matches during Wimbledon, catching a big men’s final in another tournament or keeping up with how men’s tennis is going through updates on the internet. And then when it comes to women’s tennis, I’ll “accidentally” watch a few women’s tennis matches during Wimbledon and catch the women’s final if I can (although I’d normally be at work- I would actually love to watch this).

I even used to (disgustingly) say, “I just don’t like women’s tennis in comparison to men’s.” (I am more than ashamed to admit that I literally decided it was okay to compare men to women, and ultimately put one gender above another.) When I actually went to Wimbledon last year, we stumbled upon some free tickets to centre court and ended up watching two incredible women’s matches. Finally, I was paying attention to us women dominating and excelling in sport, and it’s hard to ignore your own stupidity when you’re being proved wrong with every hit of a tennis ball. Like I claim in many other ways, these women are important. They produce intense, exciting, competitive and, of course, impressively athletic, strong and powerful sport. These women kicked tennis’s butt.

This issue came to the forefront of my mind when a couple of friends and I were discussing a lot of our ignorance with regards to women’s sport at university yesterday. We believe we’ve been moulded (and we should have been and should prove to be wiser) by society. A lot of it, we put down to how televised a sport is; how reported it is across media. Firstly, across sports, women’s sports could be considered an inconvenience to television. In comparison to the abundance of men’s rugby matches, football matches and all that’s in between, women’s sport isn’t broadcast even nearly on a similar scale. Society (and their historic desires in terms of what they do and don’t want to see on their TV screens) has evolved into (or, better put, remained comfortable in being) a sexist and noninclusive bunch of people who say “no chance, love” to women’s sport.

Wimbledon and tennis in general is actually one of the sports where women tennis players are greatly, greatly appreciated and acknowledged. And yet it is still not perfect. However, its inclusion of women does make my previous “meh” attitude towards women’s tennis even worse. Because I am so often given the opportunity to watch, admire and appreciate women’s tennis. All the same there are some problems; my main issue being this: The men’s final IS the “main event.” It’s the climax of the tournament and the part everyone’s waiting for. This isn’t okay and I think it should change. The female athletes shouldn’t have to prove themselves but my gosh, they are impressive, impressive sportswomen. They deserve to have the same respected spotlight as Federer, Nadal, Djokovic and Murray.

The thing that shames me more is in terms of my interests, passions and dedications, is that, in some way, I am an athlete. My main thing is running. I insist and persist and encourage everyone to not automatically assume I’ll come second to a man. Yet I essentially adopt this attitude to professionals who shouldn’t be screaming for the general public’s approval. For 20 years before now I have been disrespecting, refusing to legitimise and choosing to devalue women’s sport- it’s been a second thought to me. Ignorantly and accidentally, but I still sucked. Being someone who loves sport as well as having the right to participate in it, I realised I must make a pledge.

I ultimately don’t watch a lot of sport, but I do watch a lot of Wimbledon. I also realised, being a runner, I’m more likely to pay attention to men’s athletic races in big events like Olympics rather than women’s. (I preach that guys shouldn’t assume they’ll be faster and fitter than me when I, too, turn a blind eye to the legitimacy of women’s athletics.) So my pledge is this:

  • This Wimbledon (and every Wimbledon afterwards) I will be watching as many women’s matches as I can possibly watch. I will understand the top players, the dark horses and match my knowledge for men’s tennis. I will have a bunch of favourite players and follow their journey.
  • I want to admire female athletics- not just the awesome Jessica Ennis-Hill. I want to put female athletes at the same level as my desire to watch men dominate in their field.
  • In a few weeks I’ll be going to Varsity (a student sporting event where Swansea students take on Cardiff students) where I will watch female student athletes do their thang.

How can we expect women to be equal to men if we don’t pay attention to the successes of both genders?

~ Kat ~

Start Running With Spring in Your Step

The UK is showing happy symptoms of spring time, urging us to step outside and get motivated. Last week I went on my first warm run of the year, and couldn’t stop thinking, “This is perfect.” When the UK is yellow, blue and green, it’s the best place to be. I thought since I had such an amazing run I’d explain why I think spring is the perfect time to pick up running or get back into it again after a winter of dark mornings, chilly air and damp days.

West WitteringsIn the months to come, there will be fewer unwanted showers, which does mean there are more opportunities for lovely, pretend-you’re-in-a-summery-music-video runs (without looking too red in the face). By extension, this allows for fewer opportunities to make an excuse as to why you shouldn’t go for a run. As well as this, it is less likely that rain will cut your run short so you can spend as long as you like soaking in a thirty minute run.

Of course spring in England isn’t flawless but, in general, we experience warmer weather. A lot of people I know hate running in the heat, so spring is a nice middle between wintery weather and summery heat. You’re likely to have a nice breeze egging you on when it gets a bit hot (the breeze was my number one fan last week). On top of this, we’ve all heard about those studies that link sunnier weather and better moods. These better moods will make us feel motivated and spring-like (a fresh start and all that), so take advantage of these and form new habits! For those who don’t like running in the summer, forming some kind of running schedule now might just encourage you to stick at it when it’s sticky outside.

Spring allows for longer and lighter evenings and this means that after work or education, it’s so easy to schedule in a run. Although I love running in the morning far more than I used to, running in late afternoon or evening is my absolute favourite. It just works with me. In a week or so, the clocks are going to spring forward, easily encouraging you to slip on your running leggings. Spring time is the start of me getting in runs at random and brilliant times.

Running in springtime, for me, inspires mindfulness and a really calm state of happiness. Being a lover of sun, these spring-like days have given me a lovely little insight into how I can take advantage of the pretty weather. Do you want to start or pick up running this spring? If all else fails, the pretty bubblegum blossom is enough to make you want to up your Instagram game, so stick on your running shoes and gain some followers!

~ Kat ~

The “Things I Wish I Knew About Dublin” List

Since my trip to Dublin last year is rarely not on my mind, I thought I’d celebrate the wonderful city, and by extension, country on St. Patrick’s Day! I’ll definitely be finding the time this evening to having a wee Guinness (although it just doesn’t taste the same as having a pint of the black liquid in Ireland) and pretend I’m in the lovely and loud city. Here are a few things I wish I knew or considered properly before I visited Dublin last year!

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I wish…

  • … I knew how easy everywhere is to get to. I would have felt far less anxious about where certain places are (the Guinness Storehouse and the hotel we were staying at) had I known how close many attractions are to the city centre and how accessible transport is to other places.
  • … I in turn knew (even though I had an inkling) how close by the quieter and far less urban parts of Ireland were to the hustle and bustle of the city. I so wish we spent a day exploring some of the greenery of Ireland.
  • … I was aware – as a local told us – that after 11pm, the prices of drinks at Temple Bar increase. Cheeky eh?!
  • … I planned a little more intensely knowing that so many famous attractions in Dublin are free!
  • … I thought about city prices a bit more- taking a little more cash would have been lovely.
  • … I researched the super authentic spots to eat in Dublin. On the last day we had a super Irish meal of stew and pancake chips. We adored it, and wished we sought out a more “Irish” pub or restaurant the night before. I know now Dublin has many a places to indulge in their awesome food.
  • … I had prepared myself for the nostalgia I’d feel post-Dublin when I drink a Guinness in Wales or England. It’s… *wipes tear*… just not the same.

Dublin will always be one of my favourite places and I dream of the day I get to go back to the city of quirky habits (amazingly talented performers on most corners and in many pubs and bars), jolly and helpful people and the best stout I will ever drink. I want to explore so much of Ireland but I’ll always be thankful for my awesome Dublin experience. Although – as shown above – cities always have their flaws, Dublin outshines most cities in the most humble way. If Dublin was anything to go by, the Irish are everything you hear they are: laid back and fun; welcoming and proud. Its culture is maybe my favourite I’ve experienced.

~ Kat ~

Gym Etiquette: How Not to be a Twit

Today I left the gym six workouts early (one and a half workouts in!) because I was so frustrated by something that happened. And it’s more than frustrating that I left because I was completely put off and not because I was finished. Especially since originally I didn’t fancy being there at all before having a complete change of heart and being super motivated. I don’t think anyone should be put off by preconceptions about the gym. I don’t feel intimidated as a girl and I encourage others not feel intimidated for other reasons- I’ve heard guys say they want to join a gym but worry they’ll be judged by others for not being “muscly” when 1) I believe people are at the gym only for themselves, 2) Any body type is the perfect match for the gym. I do believe, on the whole, gym-goers aim not to be twits. However…

Today, I was on the biceps curl machine. I was quickly going from machine to machine (not giving myself enough rest time because I wanted to get back home to do coursework). In between each set I would go on my phone (I know I don’t use mine so much it slows down the process of me completing my sets at the gym and in turn slowing others down- today I was using it for no more than 5-10 seconds between each set). I noticed a guy lurking by the machine and understanding it could look like I was taking the mick, I did my next set. Quickly, I was (I shouldn’t be justifying this) about to reply to a short message and get back to it, when the guy moved closer, forcing me to look at him.

Rude Guy (RG): Can I jump in between sets

Me: *Very confused, the penny not dropping.* Afterward I’ve finished, yeah

RG: No, now

Me: *Agitated by this point.* Well, no. I’m not going to be long; I’m whizzing through

RG: But you’re not doing anything right now

Me: *Exasperated* For five seconds I’m not doing anything. Are you serious?

RG: Yes, I’m serious *Continues to stand there while nothing is said and I try to carry on before feeling as though my happy experience was being violated.*

Me: This is so uncomfortable (Following this, I got up and left the machine, did a full four sets on another machine and left because I felt so embarrassed, infuriated and the closest I’ve felt to intimated at the gym before.)

How not to be a twit at the gym

ONE. If people don’t want to be interrupted, accept it. As above shows, if someone wants to be left alone, that’s a-okay. I only go to the gym for myself and don’t want to be interrupted unless it’s necessary or I can help someone with something. I understand jumping in in between sets is a “thing”, but I didn’t want that and that is okay. I was quickly doing my gym session and this guy completely messed it up. Because he was stood there lurking, I had to stop my workout half way through and that is completely unacceptable. I didn’t feel intimidated (even though he chose to laugh while I calmly argued my point and he made it clear he thinks he owns that gym) but it was intimidating. And no one should feel that way; especially not exercising- doing something for themselves and themselves only. It’s not my responsibility to speed up someone else’s session and it WASN’T EVEN BUSY AT THE GYM AND HE MADE THE EXPERIENCE PROLONGED (okay, I’m still mad).

TWO. Be patient! Many a time I’ve been interrupted for a guy (in my experience, it has simply been guys that have done this) to ask if they can use the piece of equipment I’m using after me. Of course they can. I’m even willing to hand them something straight afterwards if they asked. But is asking really necessary? Keep an eye out (don’t lurk!) but sometimes it can really put me off. I’ll want to hurry up and finish so I don’t feel like I’m being waited on. As a part b to this point, don’t stare at someone because you’re wanting to assess when you can use the equipment. Obviously. Why does that need saying?!

THREE. Be aware. Constantly, I watch and experience people refuse to accept spatial awareness. People walk past the machine I’m on, far too closely, in turn forcing me to stop so I don’t injure them in any way. It’s a whole process that could be so easily avoided, consequently not affecting my or their experience.

In general, I have such a positive experience at the gym. It just feels like everyone is in a rush- and that’s fine but to involve others in your persistent need to make sure you’re next and not anyone else is not cool. Going to the gym is such “me time” for me and I mostly go straight after university and am in need of wind down time. Many others will go before or after work, to relieve stress or simply because they want to. So why risk ruining someone else’s time for themselves?

~ Kat ~

21 Parisian Adventures | Dear Paris

At the point of writing, I am on the train back to university, missing the sights of Paris that greeted us on the metro a week or two ago. I had the best four days and I particularly liked how even the littlest of Parisian adventures made me feel like I really was in the beautiful capital city of France and not actually dreaming. Since it was a (stupidly generous) 21st present, I thought I would jot down 21 moments and memories that made my trip feel super authentic and memorable. I’ll treat this round up post as my final goodbye to Paris (about time!) (*sobs silently*).

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  1. Eating snails
  2. Trying steak tartare
  3. Eating macaroons
  4. Going on a boat tour
  5. Eating countless baguettes
  6. Drinking wine
  7. Wearing stripes
  8. Travelling on the metro
  9. Walking through Paris
  10. Saying “merci” in as much of a French accent as I could muster
  11. Waking up to all of the French pastries every morning
  12. Looking out of the window to see wiry, beautiful balconies on white buildings
  13. Watching French buskers on the metro
  14. Having my first Desparado (on draught) in one of our favourite bars (with a silly and funny bartender who always made us laugh)
  15. Trying the popular French snack croque-monsieur
  16. Listening and admiring the French language every single day
  17. Having a man, for once, believing we are French and telling me (as explained when he realised we are lazy Brits with a 10 word French vocabulary between us) he loved the Minnie Mouse ears I was wearing (bringing tourism to the least touristy places!)
  18. Watching Let it Go perfomed in French
  19. Getting sparkled up like the Eiffel Tower to taste French cuisine every night.
  20. Watching night fall upon Paris
  21. Soaking in the atmosphere when night fell upon Paris.

Blogging about my adventures in Paris definitely softened the blow of coming home to coursework. Living through a laptop screen isn’t so bad sometimes. Exploring cities – their city-like and not so city-like parts – is my absolute favourite way to spend my time. Paris provided me with some incredible experiences, memories and photo opportunities. I had the best time, and I can’t wait to be exploring France in some way or another in the future. For now, Paris, au revoir!

~ Kat ~

P.S. A Run With a View | Paris

A Run With a View | Paris | Dear Paris

I believe one of the best ways to explore places is to run through them. I made it my goal last year to run in every country I visit. After successfully doing so in Lanzarote and Malta, I failed when it came to Dublin (I plan on revisiting in the future and will correct this mistake!). For this reason, I was determined to slip on my trainers and run through my new favourite city. So, on the last morning, Aaron and I followed through with my goal. It was so amazing, I wish we woke up this way every day of our visit.

pretttyyy.jpgThe Eiffel Tower was a mile away from our hotel and so we headed off to make it our turn around point before we would run back. We only ran for two miles because of time but whenever I go away next, I’ll know to schedule in a few longer runs since we found it such a refreshing way to start a busy day. We loved passing through our local streets, dotted with beautiful bright and pastel-coloured buildings and typical French, red cafes and restaurants. I was already feeling happily nostalgic about our trip and it felt like the perfect way to say goodbye to our little area of Paris.

Although it can be difficult to muster up the motivation – and I don’t think everyone should feel the need to keep up with exercise on holiday -, I personally like to incorporate exercise into my trips away. Ideally I like to complete a couple of HIIT sessions and a couple of runs on top of all of the awesome walking I do when abroad. As well as wanting to keep my body challenged by frequent exercise, I think throwing in a workout makes for an even better sleep- which I find is super helpful when faced with jam-packed days.

My tips for finding the motivation to exercise when away (whether that’s within your country or outside of it) and easy ways to follow through with exercise plans are as follows:

  • YouTube “home HIIT workout” and find a space in your accommodation to wake up to a 20 minute workout or even complete one before you get ready for the evening.
  • If you’re self-catered, run to wherever you’ll go for breakfast!
  • Consider how kickbutt you’ll feel post workout.
  • Keep hydrated at all hours and you’re likely to feel energetic enough to tackle a workout.
  • Consider exercise as part of your holiday- not as an inconvenience.

I can’t think of many places that would beat a run that includes saying “good morning” to the Eiffel Tower and I’m so thankful for Past Kat and Aaron heading out on our last day. It’s one of my favourite memories of seeing the Eiffel Tower and everything that is special about Paris.

~ Kat ~

P.S. You’ve Got a Friend in Disney

You’ve Got a Friend in Disney | Dear Paris

Last week I was lucky enough to go to Paris to celebrate my 21st birthday; then I became even more of a princess when I was surprised by Aaron with a trip to Disneyland. I visited Disney with my family when I was younger, and my expression must have matched my infant excitement upon seeing the Disney entrance after jumping off of the metro. It really is the most magical place on earth. And Disney really is the most wonderful thing. I’ll tell you for why.

backkk castleme n mickeybright goofIMG_0779.JPGwandpenI have definitely become more of a Disney fan as I have grown up. Peter Pan refuses to grow up but growing up does allow for a different perspective when admiring Disney- and it’s just as magical as the innocent and childish way we see Disney at eight years old. I was watching an interview with Alan Menken (writer of the music in The Little Mermaid, Tangled, Beauty and the Beast and so much more) by Carrie Hope Fletcher and he explained it perfectly. He called Disney a “safe place”; a world of “imagination and depth and beauty”; its effect is felt everywhere.

To the Gastons of the real world, here’s why going to Disneyland was a dream come true for a 21 year old:

❤ For any mood anyone is in, there’s a film to complement or help.

❤ The music inspires and elevates.

❤ Our favourite childhood Disney films are, like Alan Menken described, our “safe place.”

❤ While we can criticise (understandably) some implications and decisions Disney can provide, it sends important messages too. Disney creates strong women; creates stories that don’t always focus on the importance of love but on careers, talents, happiness and friendships; showcases what legitimate power is.

❤ These films and stories and songs are the basis for the bringing together of alike minded people in one brilliant and magical park. It creates unity and hope.

For these reasons and many more, meeting a few of my favourite characters was enchanting and surreal. I actually don’t believe adults are inside the costumes (I found myself talking to them as if I were a five year old) because I was so delirious upon meeting them. I made it my goal to buy a pair of Minnie Mouse ears and decided on black and gold ones which made me feel like a Disney princess. I fangirled hard when each character mimed to me that they liked them. I loved absorbing the little sprinkles of happiness at any glance, picking out pieces of Disney music that flew through the parks and feeling childishly happy for the whole day. One of my favourite parts of the day was taking Aaron on the Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster which I have always claimed to be my favourite ride of all time because I loved it when I was younger.

Earlier on in the day Aaron and I were in the right place at the right time and managed to see Elsa perform Let it Go around the park. I am and I am not surprised to say I burst  into tears- like toddler, “I can’t handle this” tears. It was really something (both my outburst and the performance). After this we went on rides, tried a Mickey chocolate pretzel (so good!) before we found Woody, Mickey and Goofy to take pictures with and get them to sign my autograph book. We ended the day by watching a parade of all of the characters singing and dancing- I was super glad I could see Winnie because I’ve yet to meet him (my number one Disney fella).

I’d say sorry for the fangirl-fuelled post, inspiring a lack of coherency. But I’m not sorry.Having a day in the Magical Kingdom was beyond dreamy, but I’ll be back as soon as I can be since “There is more to see than can ever be seen” in one day. As this was supposed to be up yesterday (silly wifi) I’ll be bombarding you with the second to last post later on today!

~ Kat ~

P.S. Paris From my Favourite Points of View

Paris From my Favourite Points of view | Dear Paris

The whole of Paris makes for a sensational view- predictable but true. Whether my view was the dreamy Disney castle or the incredible point where we could see so much of our new favourite place (I had to sneak these views in as they should have made the cut), Paris provided a lot of Instagram opportunities (as my poor Instagram followers have seen.) This post is far from exhaustive and it kind of hurts my Parisian soul to pick my three favourite views of Paris, but c’est la vie.

17195230_1875492642685595_331701559_o17193920_1875492649352261_1456782347_o17176014_1875492636018929_1320342885_oONE) Every single morning I repeatedly found myself at the window- with it opened wide. Lost in thought about how beautiful Paris is; about how I need to print off this view and stick it to my window at home and play a game of make believe every morning. It was a tiring trip but I easily jumped out of bed excitedly to get a peek of a classic Parisian building you’re likely to see whatever hotel you stay in. It’s for sure one of my favourite views of all times.

TWO) The view from the Arc de Triomphe (I think I’ve got this pronunciation down to a tee) should be on everyone’s Paris Bucket List. From every single point that you can look out from, it’s astounding. It was super windy when were up there which did add an element of “Seriously, are we going to get blown off?” My life goal now is to build my home on top of the Arc so I can wake up to little Paris from up above.

THREE) Parc Des Buttes-Chaumont provided for another favourite view of mine. With trees, greenery and cliffs, it was hard to leave this park. It was a breath of fresh air being outside of the main buzz Paris provides, while people went about their every day business. We tried another batch of macaroons, further confirming that we are, in fact, macaroon groupies.

As well as admiring famous points of view, I definitely recommend thinking outside of the box when it comes to finding quirky and lovely lookout points in Paris. Seeing beauty isn’t hard in Paris but when you get it right, it’s hard to peel yourself away from the soaking in of perfection.

~ Kat ~

P.S. Get Lost in Paris