Summer in Paris.
It's hot and empty. Ok, some nights still require a sweater and although the metro is significantly less crowded, you've still gotta squeeze on at rush hour (and hope that everyone remembered their deodorant). While lots of locals clear out for those famous weeks-long French holidays, shuttering their businesses with jaunty, hand-written "Off to the beach! See ya in September!" signs, lots of tourists stream in. Alas- we aren't all so lucky to be able to jet off to exotic locales all summer, but a weekend trip to the lovely beaches and endlessly charming towns on the Northern coast? Totally do-able.
So, along with a couple of my favorite Parisian babes, that's just what we did- the perfect weekend entre filles! Already plotting a visit back with mon amour in these precious remaining couple of weeks of summer;