Last week, John and I had our first real Sunday Funday in forever at our favorite Mexican restaurant not far from our house. One week later, we're across the globe having a very different kind of day. I woke up thinking that we'd just go downstairs to the hotel's cellar cafe for breakfast. After all, it's served til 11am. Well, once I looked at the time, I just gave up completely on that plan since it was.....11:30 am. So much for getting Sunday off to a relatively early start. Instead, we decided to have a really lazy day and just see where the day took us. It was lunch at another of our favorite cafes and then a walk down one of the side streets to try and find some Paris knives. We know the brand that we want and our search took us to Place de Voges.

Once we reached there, memories for me came flooding back. This was the park where I worked out on my summer 2012 trip to Paris. I had recently found a dead body on the floor of my apartment - I will leave it there for now, there's a blog post somewhere else on that - and escaped to Paris to visit one of my friends who had relocated here temporarily for work. John had also been here years ago and was trying to remember where the location was and once we saw the park, it was another reclaiming moment for us. There was such sorrow the last time we were in this park and today, bundled up from the cold winter temperatures, there was a whole new feeling. Alas, the knives we wanted were not in the shop so our quest for those continues. The temperature has dropped but we've come prepared. I'm still on the hunt for some red sneakers that I saw online but it seems not finding what we want in stores is the main theme of Sunday Funday in Paris.

Eventually, we came back to the hotel for a quick respite from the cold and decided to head to the 16th for a  charcuterie board dinner at a place we found this past summer. The temperatures dropped some so we took the metro - saving our energy for the walk back. (Mind you - we needed more energy since the walk was 2.5 hours.)

To borrow a phrase, the cold didn't bother us as walked down the Champs-Élysées. The lights were spectacular - and it seems this is where the Christmas crowds gathered, so we maneuvered to the side streets and turning a corner, were face to face with the Eiffel Tower.

Now, I told John, we've been here so much that we aren't even impressed with landmarks anymore. Case in point, we have walked right by Notre Dame so many times this trip and never once stopped and admired it in all its glory. However, the tower is a different tale. Whatever hold it has on this city, it also has on me. We watched its majestic prescence for what seemed an eternity until we decided it was time to walk back towards the hotel to find some more wine.

Overall, there were no ah- ha moments to this Sunday Funday. It was just two people enjoying their favorite city and being with each other. I'm sure at some point I made jokes at my husband's expense, but that's just the way it goes I told him. Tomorrow, we have dinner at a restaurant we passed this summer in the Latin Quarter that is set in one of the old houses of Paris -  Le Coupe-Chou. It will be a true date night in one of our favorite areas of the city. I don't know how many more memories we can make here, but just when you think Paris can't give you more than it has, you have a Sunday Funday that reminds you no matter how low key a day it is, there's always something here that puts the fun in any day.