Bonjour, Paris… I Think I’m Falling for You

I arrived in Paris over and hour late… and still somehow right on time for the magic.

From a seat mix-up on the train to front-row views of Le Tour de France, a Danish family sharing stories under my umbrella, and a hotel that feels like a dream—I laughed, I lugged my suitcases through closed streets, I soaked up the rain and the romance, and I fell just a little in love with this city of light and love.

Come along, y’all—Paris is already stealing my heart. 💫✨🇫🇷

Today was such a lovely day.

It began with my train ride from London to Paris. I arrived two hours early—which was very much too early. They recommend arriving an hour and fifteen minutes before departure, and let me tell you, that would’ve been just right. Especially with the unexpected delay.

The train I was originally meant to board at 10:31 had an issue, so they moved us all to a different one and—surprise!—didn’t reassign seats. Instead, we were given a coach number and told to grab any available seat. Yikes! My carefully chosen seat upgrade wasn’t necessary after all, but oh well. The ride was fast, smooth, and honestly delightful.

I ended up seated at a table with a kind man traveling with his wife, children, and nine other family members. As it turns out, he’s a GI doctor—so of course, we had quite the chat. We swapped podcast recommendations (my favorite kind of small talk!) and bonded over my cancer journey and the brilliance of Dr. Will Bulsiewicz. He was shocked to hear that Dr. B is no longer in clinical practice—celebrity wellness life does that, I suppose!

We both remarked that we had no idea when we went through the Channel Tunnel. That’s how smooth and quiet the journey is. I blinked, and suddenly, I was in France.

Paris greeted me with sunshine and heat! With Tour de France road closures, my taxi had to drop me nearly a mile from my hotel, and so… picture this: me, two suitcases, a book bag, cobblestone streets, and laughter the whole way. It was a workout and a comedy all in one.

But oh, when I arrived at Castille Paris… it was worth every step. This hotel is exquisite. Elegant, welcoming, the kind of place that makes you exhale. I sort of knew I’d be staying in tonight.

But not before Le Tour de France! Yes, I made it there just in time, and would you believe—I ended up front row. It wasn’t luck, it was kindness. A sweet family from Denmark was in front of me, and when the rain rolled in, I offered my umbrella to the grandmother - okay, I insisted. She called me fräulein and shared that they were there to cheer on the second-place Danish rider. Her granddaughter eventually offered me her front-row spot so she could sit back. I was touched—and thrilled.

It. Was. Spectacular.

The energy, the speed, the colors, the vibe. I filmed so much my phone finally gave up, and thank goodness—it forced me to put the camera down, cheer with abandon, and be part of it. At the very end, the riders got playful, goofing with each other and charming the crowd. It was one of those you had to be there moments, and I’m so glad I was.

By the time I returned to Castille, I was soaked, windblown, cold—and completely content. I thought I’d change clothes and head back out, but then I looked around my beautiful room and thought… why? So I drew a bath, ordered room service, brewed a cup of tea, and curled up to write.

And now, as I tuck into bed with the city lights glowing outside my window, I find myself smiling. I didn’t think I could love any place as much as I loved London. I love being proven wrong.

Oh, Paris…

You really are the city of light.

And love.

And tonight, I’m falling for you too.

❤️ 🐝 Honey