Last week at this time my good friend Mimi and I were absolutely shattered from the epic weekend we had in Paris. We flew in on the Friday and like all good tourists had a good wander around the city, starting off around Moulin Rouge which was a five minute walk to our hotel in Montmatre. We made our way to Sacre Coeur Basilica stopping along the way when we came across Biscuiterie de Montmatre to sample their macaroons and I am happy to say they did not disappoint.
The architecture and the views from the top of Sacre Coeur we found to be breathtaking, it is no wonder throngs of people flock to the place everyday. We then made our way to the Museum de Louvre, had a walk down Avenue des Champs-Élysées before finally making our way to the Eiffel Tower. This was to be all the site seeing we would do because the Saturday was taken up by the real reason we were there to begin with, the start of the Natwest 6 nations games, Ireland vs France.
It was truly an experience, witnessing the raw emotions from both sides when Sexton’s last minute drop goal ensured victory for Ireland. The French fans were devastated with some letting the tears roll down unashamedly whilst the sea of green exploded with pride and joy. Paris truly belonged to the Irish that night! I am so very thankful to have been there to witness it all.
We made our way home the next day with sore heads, lost voices but armed with unforgettable memories.
Till next time