Paris In a Day: How to See Paris in 25 Hours

This is a guest post by Nina Petersen-Perlman of Francey Pants.

It’s not hard to see why Paris is one of the biggest tourist destinations in Europe. You get slapped in the face with charm and whimsy just taking a stroll practically anywhere in the city, what with all the boulevards and the quaint boulangeries and the riverboats and the amour in the air.

Navigating the city, especially on a tight timeframe, can be a bit of a nightmare, however. There are simply so many incredible and worthy things to see that you may feel discouraged before you even begin your weekend jaunt.

The following itinerary is one I made for my friends visiting France for the first time who were going to be in Paris for a mere 25 hours during a quick stopover from England. It was whirlwind and hectic, to be sure, but I think I gave them a good taste of what the city had to offer.

Saturday, 11:00: I picked my friends up at the Gare du Nord when the Eurostar train came in. They had a large suitcase and carry-on apiece, which we heaved up and down multiple sets of stairs on the métro. I must reiterate: Paris was not built to accommodate the weak-kneed. We found and checked into our hotel in the St. Germain des Près neighborhood.

12:30-13:00: We took a stroll down the Boulevard St. Germain des Près, stopping for some savory crêpes on the way, and then poked around in the quarter’s eponymous church for a look-see. Crêpes are a ubiquitous—and cheap—street food in Paris. You can get them savory or sweet (or one of both).

13:00-13:30:
Even though my friends would only be there for a short time, I needed to give them a taste of my favorite French pastry: macarons. In my humble opinion, there is no better place to get them than Ladurée, also known as my happy place. Please get the salted caramel and then get ready to swoon with ecstasy. We took our loot from the St. Germain shop on Rue Bonaparte and then headed down to the banks of the Seine while we waited for a riverboat cruise to dock.

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Tea and pastries at Ladurée

13:30-14:30:
We paddled in our Batobus toward the Ile de la Cité and the Ile Saint Louis, made a loop around them, and continued west until we stopped at the Eiffel Tower, passing the Louvre and Musée D’Orsay on the way. These bateaux mouches are a great way to get your bearings when you first arrive in the city.

14:30-16:00: Thankfully my guests heeded my pleas not to waste their precious time climbing the tower, but were content to snap some photos in front of it and take a peek beneath it. Be extremely aware of your personal belongings when you’re around big tourist traps like this, or you’re bound to leave lighter in the wallet than when you came. After they’d had their Ei-fill of wandering about, we got back in line to take the Batobus to the Musée D’Orsay.

16:00-17:30: This was apparently the perfect time to go to the Musée D’Orsay, home to works by Van Gogh, Dégas, Seurat, Manet, Monet, Toulouse-Lautrec, Rodin, Renoir, and others. Unlike every other time I’ve gone, there was absolutely no line to wait in. We gazed upon masterpiece after masterpiece until the museum shut its doors for the night.

17:30-19:00: To reward my friends for agreeing not to mount the Eiffel Tower, I took them up to Montmartre for an aerial view of the city. We got off at the Abesses métro stop (tip: take the elevator to avoid the billion stairs to the top) and headed up the hill to the Sacré Coeur basilica. The church features beautiful mosaics.

19:00-20:30: By this time we were exhausted from all the wandering and the stairs and the crowds, so we just plopped down at the first good-looking restaurant we happened upon. We feasted upon escargots as a starter, duck with honey sauce and boeuf bourguignon as a main course, and crème brûlée and mousse au chocolat for dessert. We shared a bottle of Bordeaux. Most restaurants will have a menu, a fixed-price, multi-course meal. If this is going to be your only real meal in Paris, go all out! Try something a little scary but delightfully French.

20:30-21:00: I hatched a plan to take mes amies on a forced march through nighttime Paris so they could see some of the important things we wouldn’t have time for on Sunday. Our first stop was the Moulin Rouge, which is on a very lewd streets with sex shops as far as the eye can see. We then took the métro to Opéra, so they could see the magnificent rococo opera house in real life after seeing the model of it in the Musée D’Orsay.

21:00-22:00: We walked down the Avenue de l’Opéra to the Louvre, the gigantic palace that is now one of the world’s most important art museums. We arrived just as lights on the Eiffel Tower began to sparkle—which it does every night starting at 10:00 for five minutes on the hour.

22:00-23:30: We strolled along the Seine until we reached Notre Dame, and paused to watch a group of buff French rollerbladers make magic with their limbs along a course of overturned cups. We got a bit lost on our last leg of the trip, but we made it back to the hotel safe and sound, and promptly passed out.

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Notre Dame at night

 

Sunday, 9:00-10:30: After breakfast at the hotel, we set out for Notre Dame. My friends toured the cathedral while I waited in line to go up the towers. This was a perfect plan, because by the time they were done exploring the line had stretched down the block. We climbed the tight spiral staircases to the top, and were rewarded with magnificent views of the city.

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View of Montmartre (and Sacré Coeur) from the top of Notre Dame

 

10:30-11:00: We trucked over to Saint Chapelle cathedral, which is a hop, skip and a jump away from Notre Dame on the Ile de la Cité. It’s home to beautiful stained glass windows. We were properly awestruck, and glad we went.

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Stained glass windows at Sainte Chapelle

 

11:00-12:00: I took a slight detour so I should show the bibliophiles Shakespeare & Co., a Left-Bank, English-language bookstore where Hemmingway used to hang out. We got some panini sandwiches at a nearby street stand for lunch, and then hightailed it back to the hotel so we could catch the métro in time for our respective trains.

25 hours in Paris: c’est possible!

This post is part of a series about France and teaching abroad, written by our dear friend Nina Petersen-Perlman.

Nina Petersen-Perlman has visited Paris on 13 different occasions, eight of which were during the last year when she was an English teaching assistant in a small town in Burgundy. You can find more about her time in France at www.neenuhfranceypants.blogspot.com.