I’m finally here! If you’ve been following along, you know I was just here in October for a girls’ trip, but I’ve been dreaming of coming back with the love of my life. I honestly cannot believe that this is Leroy and my first time in Paris together!
After what feels like a lifetime of extra weeks on call, working on curriculum, presenting at national meetings, and endless papers, this trip was the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve planned this in my head a thousand times, and now we are actually living it. It’s a beautiful reminder: it is never too late to see Paris together.

The “Delta Drama” (Or: How I Almost Stayed in New Jersey)
It wouldn’t be a trip of mine without a little chaos, right? Hard to believe I almost didn’t get here at all.
Last Saturday, I realized I hadn’t been checking my Delta app closely enough. My Friday 5:05 PM flight had been moved to Thursday at 5:05 PM! I spent Monday frantically rearranging my schedule so I could work from home Thursday morning.
I thought I was in the clear until 5:00 AM Thursday. I got up for my workout, checked the app, and—you guessed it—canceled. After a frantic call to Delta, I found out Air France rescheduled the flight to 4:30 PM. Then came the real kicker: the new ticket was leaving from JFK, not Newark!
I had to scramble to tell Roy to get dressed and ready, notify the car service, and pray to the traffic gods. Luckily, our driver was someone I had driven with before, and he got us from Summit to JFK in record time.

Bonjour, Paris!
Once we hit the airport, everything smoothed out. We landed at 6:00 AM Friday morning and headed straight to our hotel. We’re staying at a gorgeous boutique hotel tucked away near the Champs-Élysées and the Arc de Triomphe.
There was no early check-in (the traveler’s struggle!), but the hotel gave us breakfast and we walked the city streets until the room was ready. Now, I might have been a little over-ambitious—forgetting how tired I’d be, I booked a tour of the Musée d’Orsay. We walked there, but by the end, we were wiped!
We grabbed an Uber back, took a much-needed nap, and ended the night perfectly at a spot called Lulu’s.

Pro Tip: If you want a place that feels like home, go to Lulu’s. It was born from a desire to serve 100% homemade, generous food in a warm, lively setting. It’s a modern take on the traditional brasserie—no fuss, no “gastronomic dictates,” just heart and a smile. They truly welcome you like family.

Day 1 is officially in the books, and after that meal and all that travel drama, we are sleeping well tonight. Stay tuned for more!
Day 2 plans have been made