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November 21, 2015
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Late Nights in New York

This week has been a little bit crazy for those in the MUTEMATH camp. Their new album Vitals was released last Friday (YAY!) so it’s been a little extra busy with all the meetings and events that putting out a new album entails. As part of what they call “street week”, the guys went up to New York City to get in as many interviews and appearances as they could to coincide with the launch of the new record, and since playing on Late Night with Seth Myers was one of the things on their list, I thought it would be fun to tag along. I haven’t gotten to spend much time in New York, so it was kind of cool to spend a few days and build up a few more city experiences. Definitely felt that classic New-York-in-autumn vibe walking past beautiful brownstones to pick up some Chinese takeout while the wind whipped mini tornados of leaves all around us. A total “You’ve Got Mail” sort of feeling.Anyways, the schedule was pretty packed with interviews and mini performances so there wasn’t a whole lot of time to go off on adventures, but I was delighted to find out that one of my favorite shows, Law and Order: SVU, was filming about 30 feet from the small club that the band was doing a mini show at one night. I have such fond memories of watching hours of that show with my college girlfriends (especially the marathon showings) so it was a pretty big deal to see Mariska Hargitay doing what she does best—she’s stunningly beautiful in person too.

The talk show taping day was the most exciting event of the week and we got to wander down the hall to see the empty SNL studio in person. Such a surreal feeling. We were kind of bummed that it was Wednesday instead of the Thursday because that’s when they start to rehearse (and Adele was the guest), but then again, if they were rehearsing then we probably wouldn’t have been allowed over that way at all, so I’ll take what I can get! We got to the studio around 11am to set up for their many sound checks and camera rehearsals, but they don’t actually film the show until about 6:30pm so it was a long day of hanging out in the lounge area. Thankfully, they had quite the snack assortment, so no complaints here…Also, I’ve never gotten to see a talkshow from the studio audience before, so I decided to watch the show from the crowd with Leah, one of MM crew’s wife, and that was pretty cool to see all the behind-the-scenes work that goes into making a talk show.

I felt a little nervous right before the guys came out, but once they started playing I could relax a bit and enjoy watching it happen. We were all geeking out because Fred Armisen was in the house band that night and we got to interact with him a few times which was great. I think he was in a bit of disbelief at how good the band was because as soon as it was over he came straight up to Todd and gave him a big hug and kept gushing about how amazing he thought they were. Such a nice guy. And does it get any better than Fred Armisen laughing at your jokes??? I think not. We just kept repeating Portlandia lines all night afterwards.

You may have seen that Liam Hemsworth was also one of the guests that night, so I’ll answer the obvious questions now. 1.) No I did not get to meet him. He did the roll-in-roll-out so fast that I think only one person in our crew caught a glimpse of him backstage. 2.) Yes, he is incredibly handsome in person (or at least from 6 rows back). I mean, dark hair, blue eyes, slightly scruffy face…it’s my type. He was way taller than I expected too. It’s probably good I didn’t get to meet him though. I would have mostly likely burst into tears then thrown up on his expensive shoes while awkwardly sobbing something about having “always been Team Gale.” Probably for the best. I did, however, find him to be very genuine and kind from the 6th row, so he probably would have handled my blubbering like a champ.
I couldn’t believe how exhausting street week was and I wasn’t even the one working at all the events! If you didn’t get a chance to see the Seth Myers show you can catch it here. Just picture me soaking it all in from the audience and wondering which snacks are still left in the greenroom…definitely a memorable trip to the Big Apple, but it feels good to be home!

xo. Laura

October 9, 2015
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Advice From One Band Wife to Another

In full disclaimer I must admit that I am writing this “advice” post as I near the end of what’s been one of my most emotionally difficult weeks of this year. In the midst of new city challenges, missing my touring husband, struggling with reoccurring health issues, having half of our house’s flooring ripped out to the sub floor (which spreads a nice chemical dust from the 1960’s linoleum all over the house), I finally got to the end of the week and woke up to a bed bug?tick?weird flea? infestation on Saturday morning when most of the pest control places are closed. That was it. I lost it. I pretty much cried the whole day and just wished over and over again that I could have a “normal” husband that was a dentist or some guy in an accounting department. Someone who could have been there to help me get ready for the floor demo and move that 54″ tv out of the den a few days before. Or maybe he could have been home when the flooring workers forgot to put our couch back inside from the car port at the end of the workday and I had to figure out how to drag it into the garage by myself. Or just there to give me a hug when I wake up in a bed covered in bugs that several exterminators can’t identify.

Over the years I’ve been away from the one I love most on birthdays, Valentine’s Days, New Years Eves, Thanksgivings, and I even graduated from a Masters program without him there to cheer me on. I’ve had multiple breakdowns triggered by lawnmowers not starting and at least one that involved a jar that I couldn’t open. It’s not easy. I never want to make it seem like I don’t have dark days (or dark weeks for that matter) in dealing with this life, but I also don’t want to dwell on the negatives too much and give them more power than they should have. So, just remember through all these thoughts on how I try to make this work that I, too, have days when I don’t know if I can do it anymore and wish I didn’t have to. But, like everything in life, there are pros and cons and I’m sure those dentists and accountants have struggles in their lives as well…here’s what I would suggest:

1.) Make the time you have together special. This simply means you should have fun and do special things together when he is around! I know it’s SO easy to get sad the closer it gets to them leaving, but instead of pouting for 3 days before he leaves like I used to, I try to enjoy every last second instead. Make the most of the moments you do have and when he’s gone, use that time to dream up special things to do when he gets back. Having events to look forward to can really help mentally and it makes the time go faster since you are prepping for those things in the meantime. I love shopping anyways, but it’s always more fun to go look specifically for something to wear when I go visit him on tour next or a dress for when we go on a “yay, you’re home!” date.

2.) Learn to communicate well. This one is a big deal. Being apart can set people on edge and it’s easier to get into fights over stupid stuff that wouldn’t normally matter. Since we’ve known each other for 13 years already (I met him when I was 17) we went through the rough learning-to-comminicate stage of the relationship years before we got married, so we’ve had really good communication since then when we are together. However, add in the distance, off hours, time zones, international calling challenges, and Skype cutting in and out (I can hear you…can you hear me? wait, you’re frozen), and it’s not as easy to keep your cool. From the moment he leaves until he comes back, I feel like I’m just one bad event away from a breakdown and that mental room that you usually have between going from calm to panic mode just disappears. It’s like you’re always living on the edge of a cliff and one stubborn spaghetti jar lid can push you over the edge. Anyways, do whatever you can to work on your communication skills (see a professional if you need to) and then learn how to adjust that as needed once all the stresses of touring are added to the equation. Also, try and be in touch with each other as much as you can! Send videos and text photos of what you’re up to during the day so you feel more connected, write letters or postcards, send him with notes to read throughout the trip, stuff like that. I usually have a post-it note from Todd up on the mirror while he’s gone so I can see it everyday. It’s the little things that help.

3.) Set a “time apart” rule (and stick to it). It’s really important to sit down and talk about what your max time apart will be. This may be different for each couple, but agree that you won’t go more than x amount of time without seeing each other when he’s away. Try and stick to that agreement as best you can, even if it means spending extra money for flights during long tours—it really helps. Because flights can get expensive, I have a monthly fund that I put money into called the “Laura See Todd” fund. That way, I always have money I can use when I need to buy a plane ticket to go out for a few days. And as time goes on and seasons change, your time apart agreement can be flexible too. Our agreement used to be longer but I reached a point where I just couldn’t do that long anymore so we shortened the gap. Most wives will say they have a two week breaking point where they feel pretty good when he leaves, but once it hits two weeks apart they start to lose it a bit…

4.) Have something to do while he’s gone. Throwing yourself into something you love helps the time go so much faster and gives you a distraction from wallowing in sadness. So get that degree you’ve always wanted to earn, start painting, running, cooking, or blogging—whatever! Just give yourself a sense of purpose outside of work hours if you don’t already have some solid hobbies. I like picking a home improvement project to do while Todd’s gone and there’s been a few times where he’s come home and I’ve completely repainted or made over a room and it was a really therapeutic and fun way to focus my energy during those weeks. If you need to have a day or two at times to binge on Netflix and snacks with the curtains drawn, that’s ok too. I usually have a few dark days when he first leaves on a long trip where feel too down to be creative, but just don’t let yourself stay in that place. Get up and get moving eventually.

5.) If possible, get a pet! (Or at least a human support group) Probably the best thing I’ve even done is add two little furballs to my life. My kitties keep me from feeling lonely more than anyone could ever know and it’s great having another heartbeat around the house when you feel a little down. They can’t help me move tvs or couches, but they help in lots of other ways. If you really can’t get an animal due to housing restrictions, try volunteering at a local animal shelter. They always need helpers to work with the animals and those furry guys will end up helping you more than you are helping them. Having a few close friends that know how to cheer you up when you need it is also a big help. Whether they are fellow band wives or not, just people that care and can come help you when you need it are invaluable. My personal faith in God is also a big thing for me as well and helps me keep life in perspective. It’s good to be reminded when Todd is gone that I’m never alone and I’m always being watched over and cared for.

6.) Complain just the right amount. Look, you feel alone, everything is wrong, life sucks, and it’s all his fault—I know! But, you have to be careful with how much you complain directly to your guy about all those feelings. Too little honesty about your inner thoughts will disconnect you and you’ll end up bottling up your resentment until you eventually explode, but letting him hear every complaint will not go well either. You should be able to express how you feel with him, but remember that it’s stressful to be the person on the road too and if every time he talks to you, you are crying, complaining, and blaming him, well, neither of you are going to enjoy the communication you do have when you’re apart. Believe me, I made that mistake for a long time until I realized it was hurting and not helping the situation. It feels like it’s his fault that he’s gone and you should get to whine about it, but it’s not good for every conversation to be only about that. He feels bad he’s gone, you feel bad he’s gone, and nothing really gets resolved (unless he decides to actually quit his job) and then you spent all your phone minutes that day on sad things. Try and have good connections and conversations when possible, vent to him on your really bad days (totally cool), but have a girlfriend or hobby that will distract you or let you vent the rest of the time.

7.) Trust is key. One thing I hear a lot about in emails from other band wives/girlfriends is that they do trust their guy buuuuuut “you never know what can happen on the road with all those fans around” so it makes them nervous. I’m sure that there are cases where trust has been broken before and that makes being apart so much worse, but being able to fully trust your partner takes that anxiety out of the equation and makes being away from each other a little easier. It’s not that you are naive and only live in a world of rainbows and sunshine, but being apart and having trust issues do not necessarily go hand in hand. I know a lot of people that miss their guy, but don’t have anxiety in that area because of the relationship they keep going and they have measures to keep that trust in place. There are for sure bands that are more and less “family friendly” and I love that he works with other people that are just as committed to their wives and family. There’s no bro code where anyone is covering for anyone else’s stupid choices on the road. They do things like only hire dude merch workers and crew to keep anything from potentially getting weird, and as a wife, I really appreciate that. So, that being said, I know this is a lot easier if you don’t have a past where trust was an issue or valid reasons, but if trust isn’t strong between you right now, consider seeing a counselor who can help build it back up again. Totally worth it!

Sooo, how do you handle this life if you have kids? Ok, I’ll give you my short answer here—I have no idea!! We only have two cats, so I can’t even begin to give advice on this one. I definitely see the struggles other wives have, especially once the kids are old enough to know when their Dad is gone, but I haven’t gone through it myself so I’m really not qualified to speak about it. I will say though that it’s been one of the reasons we haven’t had kids yet. The idea of a helpless tiny human is scary enough for this professional worrier, but thinking about having to do it alone a lot of the time (while still trying to work) is terrifying. I don’t have my family living in the same city as some do (which seems so helpful if you can pull that off) so even though we still want to have kids someday, I have no idea how other people do it. If you have advice on this, then let me know!

Side note: I have heard a few times over the years that I’m just “using my husband’s fame instead of being my own person” and I’m a shell of a human that must be totally dependent on his career and can’t do anything original of my own and blah blah blah. First of all, if I was trying to live off of his “fame” well, then I didn’t pick a very clever strategy because while they do well for being a professional band, they aren’t exactly The Beatles and most random strangers I meet in the grocery store aren’t familiar with their work. I mean, I hope their notoriety continues to rise because they deserve it, but just being Todd’s wife at the moment hasn’t propelled me to the big leagues of anything in that sense.

I certainly never feel like I’m so one-dimensional that I only have being a band wife to offer to people. I present myself on this blog (and in my posts over on ABM) as a whole person that talks about lots of different things, not just the band wife aspect. But the title “ the band wife/blogger/artist/singer/cat lover/pizza fanatic/theology buff/shopping addict” is too long to make into a blog title, so I couldn’t really use every aspect of my life as the visual theme. It’s just one part of me, not the whole thing, but it’s a part that affects my life A LOT—much more than the other adjectives. It’s a very big deal to have the person you’re married to gone for up to 9 months out of the year and that can’t help but get into every aspect of your life. I don’t always know his schedule past a week or two unless he’s out on a pre-booked tour, so it makes planning our life extremely difficult. I never even know if I can throw him a birthday party until the week before because he may not be here and it’s impossible to plan big trips and be certain he can go (he had to miss half our trip to Costa Rica last year when shows were scheduled at the last minute).This career choice effects everything we do as a family. And on the flip side, while it’s totally true that I am a “band wife” so Todd is a “blogger husband” and has to deal with all the photo shoots and home decor choices that go along with his title. It’s not who he is overall, but he has to deal with certain things having a wife for a full-time blogger.

And in that same “your life is all about your man” aspect, I think for a healthy relationship, it’s got to be give and take on both sides and not just about him. He has to listen to what you need and support you in following your dreams as well or it becomes very uneven. While I spend a lot of time supporting Todd, he spends just as much time supporting me and being willing to sacrifice on his end for my dreams and wellbeing. And for me, it makes a big difference that I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I ever said I can’t do it anymore and Todd had to pick touring or me, he would choose me. But, in the same way, he knows that I would never ask that unless I was really at the end of my rope. I can’t just throw that threat around because I had a bad day. It’s the big red button to be used in a real emergency only. And hey, not everyone has to tour forever. I mean, your guy could be in The Rolling Stones and still playing out in his 70’s and you do this life for a long, long time, but maybe you agree that this is for a season and someday he’ll do a more stationary role in music (or whatever else) and be home more. Not everyone has to travel in music forever.

And just one more thought before I conclude this pep talk. This life, well, it’s not for everyone. If you just started dating a musician and you think, “I don’t know if I can or want to do this life” then maybe it’s not for you and you need to walk away even if he is a great guy. If you are married to a musician then I obviously hope you can work it out in some way if you realize you can’t do the band wife thing since marriage is a serious commitment, but don’t feel like a failure if you aren’t built to handle it or can’t handle it forever. People have different tolerances and different breaking points so you really have to dig deep and know what’s possible and worth it for both of you. I will say that it’s true that you don’t know how strong you are until life demands that level of strength. While I’ve had my share of weaknesses, I’ve also surprised myself at how resilient I can be. For me, right now, it’s still worth it. Even with the week I’ve had, even with making the scary jump of moving to a new city for his career, when I see him play and doing what he should be doing I know in my heart it’s worth it. I may not feel that way forever, and if I eventually don’t I know we will navigate that new chapter together, but today, right now, I’m proud to be all the many things things that make up my whole person. And for good and bad, being a band wife is one of those things. It’s like I always remind myself, “It’s not how long you wait, it’s who you’re waiting for.” If you are also a band wife, you aren’t crazy or irrational to miss the other half of your heartbeat. It’s normal and I’m right there with you.

Hurry home Todd. Your girl is here waiting…

xo. Laura

September 7, 2015
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Bonjour Paris! (pt.4)

We have reached the end of our Paris trip series! With only a few precious days left in the city of lights, we tried to make the most of every second and enjoy the town to the fullest. So what did that mean for us? A 48-hour crepe marathon?? Mmmm, close but not quite!
Amazingly enough, Todd’s sister Gail and her husband Joel had just moved to Brussels, Belgium a few months earlier with their kids Anthony and Emily so we got to meet up with them for a half-day to sightsee together. The kids really wanted to go up into the Eiffel Tower so we got to see the view from the top on a beautifully clear day. We actually weren’t planning on going up to the top during our trip until we heard it was their big request, but hey, if someone has one day and one request in Paris? You should make it happen if you can. Oh, and if you do want to go up in the tower, buy your tickets ahead of time if at all possible. They are sold out a bit in advance, but it saves you 2-3 hours of line waiting to buy them when you get there.

Also, the French Open was happening that week, so that explains the giant tennis ball hanging from the Eiffel Tower…
Ok, ok, so we did the lock on the bridge thing. Super touristy, but it’s fun. I was reading that they took all the locks off one of the bridges pretty soon after we left (they are so heavy they make the bridge unstable after a while) but I saw them on a lot of bridges while we were there so I’m just pretending it definitely wasn’t the bridge we put ours on. IT’S TOTALLY STILL THERE. FOREVER. One of my favorite spots of the trip was the historical Cafe de Flore in Saint-Germain. We mostly did breakfast at the flat each morning to save some money (not that I minded the fresh pain au chocolat and baguettes of course) but I wanted to make sure we got out on our last morning to experience a cafe breakfast as well. This was such a charming little spot (although a bit pricy) and it was such fun to just sit and watch the morning Parisians either heading off to work or meeting up for morning coffee with friends.It was a bit dreary and cloudy on our last day as we walked around after breakfast, but when you are in Paris, the dreariness just feels romanic and it hardly dampens the spirits at all. We eventually walked over the Palais Garnier (the Paris Opera House) to take a look inside. It was certainly as beautiful as advertised and they have a hall of mirrors type room that is similarly stunning as the hallway in Versailles. I couldn’t believe that people were going to be seeing an opera there that night only hours later. I can’t even imagine how amazing it would be to be dressed to the nines and attending a performance there.Just a quick word on macarons in France…they are certainly all over the place so eat them as you find them, but for our “treat” macarons we ended up getting a box from Pierre Hermé near the Opera House. I read they are kind of the Parisian favorite, as in, that’s where they go when they want a special box. We picked some up while we were out with the intension of eating them that night at the Eiffel Tower. While it was really fun to try some of the best in Paris, I didn’t know until after we ate them that PH is more known for their adventurous macaron flavors so they are a little different that you might expect. I think Ladurée might be better if more classic flavors are your jam…Since it had been several hours since having a crepe, we naturally needed to stop off for another one at Creperie St. Eustache, near the Louvre. This place had great reviews, it didn’t disappoint, and the two ladies that work there (or own the place?) are really sweet. I actually think, as boring as it sounds, that my favorite crepe flavor on the trip was a butter and sugar crepe. Sometimes the simplest things are the best.It was a little intimidating trying to pick a last dinner place in Paris. I mean, the food was so amazing and we had several meals that were some of the best in our lives, so I really didn’t want to end on a bad note. The decision to go to Le Petit Cler was made easy by two things: it was near the Eiffel Tower where we wanted to end our last night in town and it looked like they had amazing croque-monsieurs on their menu. I had so been looking forward to having the French version of a hot ham and cheese sandwich but I hadn’t really had a “real” one yet. I say “real” because the day before I had one at a snack stand near the Eiffel Tower and it was terrible. Like, not just bad, but pretty much inedible. It tasted like it had been frozen for a few years and then they microwaved it to hot so fast that the insides turned to goo. Gross. However, Le Petit Cler totally redeemed the dish and it was the perfect little bistro to end our French culinary adventure.
Once we finished our wine at the cafe we headed over to the grass area of the Eiffel Tower for a nighttime picnic on the lawn. Now, let me first say that I really had reservations about going over there at night with wine and macarons. I mean, it could have just felt so cheesy and crowded and been a terrible way to end the trip, but you know what? I actually loved it. We went on a Tuesday night after a 3-day weekend so maybe it was crazy there the nights before, but it wasn’t crowded at all. It was actually pretty relaxed. There were a handful of people spread out from each other on the grass, soft music floating in the air, and we got to play a guessing game with our macaron box about which flavor was which. And though it may be garish to some of the locals, I loved the sparking tower at the top of the hour. Sometime touristy things are popular because they’re just plain fun and I think this was actually one of my favorite things of the week.All in all, I don’t feel like words or photos could ever really do Paris justice. It’s a feeling. It holds you in this dreamlike state as long as you are in the city. I actually keep having dreams about Paris since we’ve been back and it’s a lovely little way to visit. I was planning this whole trip with the thought in mind that I had to do everything I could ever want to do while we were there because I may never go back. But I had this overwhelming feeling at our beautiful dinner at Kong that I couldn’t bear the thought of never going back. It has to be when we go back from now on. I think sometimes you just go to a city or a place that just feels right. You feel like you could slip into that foreign life so easily and I think Paris is that place for us. So, for the meantime, my foggy snippets of nighttime dreams will be all I have to remind me of the city until we go back…when we go back.

xo. Laura

P.S. If you missed any of them, check out Paris part one, two, and three 😉

August 7, 2015
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Bonjour Paris! (pt. 3)

In case you thought I had given up on completing our recap of our Paris trip this spring, think again!! I may be covered in paint and still unpacking boxes at our new house (hence the delayed posts), but even if it takes me until Christmas, I’m going to finish my Paris series come hell or high water. So let’s jump back in! In case you missed parts one and two, get caught up and prepare for the next installment…
Again with the doors, I just can’t get over how beautiful they are!!On Sunday morning, we took the metro over to grab brunch at a place right by the Louvre called Le Fumoir. The spot was actually the recommendation of our sweet new Parisienne pal Sibylle, and not only was the brunch one of the best I’ve ever had (the Eggs Benedict were unreal!) but we got to pick her brain and ask her all our questions about Paris life and culture. My biggest question was, “Where are all the blondes??” It took us a few days to realize that we hadn’t seen one blonde Parisian yet and I could count them on one hand by the end of the trip. Sibylle said that the blondes have been weeded out by cross-cultural breeding over the years (although a few can still be found up near the north of France). Who knew the days of Brigitte Bardots in Paris have come and gone?Once we finished our brunch in a distinctively Parisian manner (i.e. at our leisure) we strolled over to start our day of museum hopping and enjoyed the stunning courtyard of the Louvre for a bit. The weather and architecture was beautiful and it would almost be enough to just hang out outside the museum, but eventually we wandered inside too.The Louvre was giant and formidable, and yes, we did see the Mona Lisa. I didn’t want to fight the notorious crowds just to see her, but the exhibit wing I wanted to see was nearby so I thought we might as well. It wasn’t as much of a zoo as I thought it would be near the painting, so I was glad that we stopped in for a peak. Her eyes do totally follow you around the room, definitely tested that one out…After giving our regards to M. Lisa, we made our way over to the second most famous museum in Paris, the Musée d’Orsay. I was actually more excited to go to this museum than the Louvre because my sister had told me that it was her favorite stop of the two and we usually have similar taste in art. She was totally right and it had so many of my favorite painters and periods of art (Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Renior, Degas) that it felt like I was seeing a celebrity around every corner. This, my friends, is where art majors go to FREAK OUT. View from the museum—so beautiful!After the museums closed, we raced back to the flat, changed our clothes and headed out for our “fancy dinner” night of the trip. I had bought this feather skirt to wear on the trip and I was so excited about it that I could hardly wait for that night. If you can’t wear a skirt made of feathers in Paris, where can you wear it? I kept the color choices classic Parisian (i.e. all black) to complete the look, but topped off the bag with the Hermes scarf my Mom found thrifting (for under a dollar mind you!!!!!). I was sitting next to a lady with a Birkin bag at the bar, so I felt so happy to have a bit of couture with me as well.

I know there are so many amazing restaurants in Paris, but I wanted to pick just one for our special dress-up dinner and our flat owner recommended Kong to us. I was a little hesitant to pick a Japanese/Parisian restaurant to be the culinary pinnacle of our France trip, but not only was it an amazing choice, we will for sure go back any time we are in Paris—it was to die for! The whole rooftop is made of glass and you can see the Seine from your table and watch the boats go by and people on the bridge. Make sure if you go to ask for the top floor when you make a reservation, I didn’t know to make that distinction when I called and they sat us on the lower floor that is not nearly as stunning. Thankfully we were able to change our table to the top floor but we had to kill an hour at the swanky bar in the meantime—no punishment there!

Apparently Kong was the restaurant featured in a Sex and the City scene when Carrie goes to Paris. I had no idea they shot that scene there until someone pointed that out on Instagram the next day! We sat about one table to the right of them in the scene, next to the glass…
Should have taken the “real camera” there to get better pictures, lesson learned!Just a few more days in Paris to cover so hang tight until my last Paris installment comes up soon. Until then, à bientôt!

xo. Laura

June 23, 2015
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Bonjour Paris! (pt. 2)

Are you ready for part two of our Paris adventure?? Well, ready or not, here we go! Travel wise, we took the metro pretty much everywhere we went. I think next time we will rent a scooter for the week instead since we liked it so much, but the metro ended up being way less intimidating than it looked on the complicated metro maps. Basically, each line is a color and a number and goes in one of either two directions (designated by the name of the last stop in that direction). So you just have to look at the lines and if the one you’re getting on doesn’t take you to your exact stop, you have to find where that line crosses over another one that can get you to that stop. Not too bad once you get the hang of it. It was a little more complicated if you were taking the RER train since it wasn’t always clear which platform you should wait on for each train, so I usually asked a station attendant to make sure we had the right platform (you can plan metro routes on this site too).One of my favorite things on the trip was traveling to Les Puces de Saint-Ouen Market on Saturday morning. It’s the largest flea market in the world and it’s a-mazing! Luckily I found Oh Happy Day’s post on the flea market that included a map of where to go and it was really helpful. If you don’t know, you may think the small open air market before the flea market is the real deal, and it’s not even close. Follow the map and you’ll get there fineI found out pretty quickly that the venders don’t want photographs taken of their booths (and there are lots of signs posted too) so I was a little devastated to not have photos to show of the off-the-charts-amazing light fixtures and home decor furnishings. I mean, I’ve never seen anything like these pieces in my life. It looks like they raided Versailles for some of the booths (gold everywhere!) and the were plenty of modern pieces to die over as well. It seemed like everything I wanted was in the 10-12k range, so I didn’t quite have the cash to close any deals…so fun to look though!

The market is divided up into lots of different sections, some more affordable, some pretty pricey, and some that feel like K-Mart rented out a bunch of booths. So if you aren’t in the good part, keep walking and you will be eventually!After the flea market we took the metro over to Montmartre to have lunch at Se’bon. It was one of the restaurants I really wanted to try since it was so highly recommended online, but they didn’t have online reservations, so I had to use Skype credits to call a week or so ahead of time to make a reservation. If you’re intimidated talking to people in other countries when you aren’t sure if you speak the same language, try calling them on the phone—it’s way more nerve wracking! However, I saw in the reviews that the owner speaks English, and she was very gracious, so it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
I told myself before we left that I really wanted to try some new foods while we were in France, and though I’ve always been a bit terrified to eat foie gras, I gave it a shot and I have to say it was pretty delicious. I don’t think I’ll be eating it all the time at home necessarily, but it was cool to try something that was new to me but a bit of a menu staple in France. Todd said the salmon he got was one of the best he’s had and his gin and tonic was unusually good as well too. We thought about going over to Notre Dame, but it seemed like the city’s population had swelled to double it’s usual everywhere we went (it was a Saturday on a three day weekend) so we decided to do St. Chapelle instead since it’s not as big of a draw. Honestly, we did end up going inside Notre Dame on a different day, but we really loved St. Chapelle so much more. It’s like being inside of a jewel with the overwhelming 360° view of stained glass. Todd had no idea what we were going to, and I could tell when we walked into the lobby that he actually thought that was the church and he looked a little disappointed. I didn’t say anything but lead him up the stairs to the actual cathedral and just watched his face as he saw the real thing and his jaw dropped and eyes got huge. It’s that good. Since we had some time to kill later that afternoon, we headed over to Luxembourg Gardens with some snacks we picked up from some local stores (salami, cheese, and strawberry tarts!). It was a beautiful day so there were lots of Parisians out enjoying the greenery and it felt so peaceful and relaxing. Todd’s big event of the trip was getting to go to the Paris St.-Germain game. He’s a giant football (soccer) fan so getting to go to a real game was pretty exciting for him and I loved seeing how happy he was. I was starting to fade a bit from all the events of the day, but I got myself a snack stand espresso and settled in to enjoy the festivities. I have to say, it was probably the most fun I’ve ever had at a sporting event. The crowd is so pumped up and all the cheers and songs that they sing are pretty fun to experience. Never mind that for the first 13 minutes of the game I thought the teams were going for the opposite goals that they were actually going for. Whoops. Saw some really fun goals and got to totally feel like we were one of the fans along with everyone else. Allez Paris Saint-Germain! Hold on, still more Paris to come!

xo. Laura