Don’t you love the sound of that? I’ve been using those words lately A LOT. That’s because I actually have a Paris apartment!!!!!
(Happy dance moves. Waving the arms. Shaking the booty.)
It’s mine only briefly, but I am making the most of it. You see, I happen to be married to Mr. Air Miles and he decided to crack open the points account and take his three girls to Austria to ski in the Alps. Skiing in the Alps! That sounds pretty good, too. Being of German-Austrian heritage, this has been on his bucket list for a while. Since the oldest is off to university next year, this will be the last March Break family holiday, so it was time to make the most of it.
And when it comes to making the most of holidays, I have a real talent for it. So when I heard “Austrian Alps,” the first thing I thought was “Paris.” Because of course, it’s practically on the way. If you draw a line on the map from Toronto to the Alps, you are pretty well flying right by Paris. So we added a little stopover in Paris, which turned into 5 days. Because why stay 1 day when you can stay 2? And a few more logical questions like that leads you to the logical conclusion that 5 days in Paris is an appropriate stop over. Kind of obvious, isn’t it?
And then when you are leaving the Alps, Vienna is practically on the way to the nearest airport. So how can you leave without dropping by Vienna? It would be a darn shame. A stopover in Vienna for a few days is the mandatory way to end a ski week in the Austrian Alps, I’m sure. It’s probably a tourist law or something. We don’t want to offend the Viennese. And Salzburg is right on the way to Vienna. Mozart hung around in Salzburg, how can you miss showing the kids where Mozart hung out? So the skiing-in-the-Alps trip became Paris–skiing-in-the-Alps–Salzburg–Vienna. Makes perfect sense. I told you I have a holiday planning talent.
As for the Paris apartment, the hubby had the brilliant idea of looking for a little apartment instead of a hotel. And the old part of Paris is filled with beautiful little Paris apartments available for rent – who knew? So we have our own Paris apartment for a few days. It’s in a 17th century building in Le Marais, a short walk from the Seine and the Louvre. And probably many bakeries selling croissants. Everything we need.
I am busy practicing the key phrases I will be using on this trip: “I just have to drop off my coat in my Paris apartment; wait a minute while I grab my umbrella from my Paris apartment; this bag of stylish shoes I bought today is getting a little heavy, let’s swing by my Paris apartment.” You get the idea. I will make sure I am fully prepared with any Paris apartment phraseology I need.
So au revoir, my friends. I am off to my Paris apartment.
Have a look at some great photos of my Paris apartment here.
Photos courtesy of flickr, dicktay2000