Paris in 24 Hours

Ever since seeing the Woody Allen film, Midnight in Paris (2011), I have romanticized the idea of strolling the streets of Paris at night. I imagined walking the cobblestone paths beside the Seine, soft accordion music echoing down the river past the Tour Eiffel, Louvre, and the Notre-Dame and up into the Parisian night.


Last week, I was lucky enough to finally experience Paris as I’d been hoping to – and it was honestly just as I’d imagined it would be. I only had one night in the city, but I made the most of the time that I had there and spent hardly any time in the hotel. Here is how I experienced Paris in 24 hours.

I arrived at the Charles De Gaulle Airport at 9am with my friend Charlotte from Versailles (pro travel tip: make friends with someone who is from the country you’re visiting if possible), and hopped on a train to the ‘St. Michel Notre Dame’ stop, which was nearest to my hotel. I stayed at Hotel La Lanterne – great location, comfortable rooms, a Turkish Bath, and friendly staff (they were very forgiving of my terrible French…). After checking in, we got right to exploring on foot.

First stop, Croque-Madames at Le Depart (a famous French eatery). What’s more French than a meal involving both la fromage (cheese) and le pain (bread). It was delicious and sitting out on the street gave me a chance to take in the feel of the city. People bustled by on their way to work. The French language was music to my ears (mostly because I really can’t understand it and thus, it sounded like music rather than language). Mopeds, cars, and bikes flew by at incredible speeds while we sipped on our coffee and savored the rich, yolk-soaked, cheese-layered bread.


Next, it was time to see the sights. We started on foot and strolled through colorful street markets, little alleys lined with shops, and westward down the Seine past the Louvre, Musée d’Orsay, and the Tuileries Garden. If you follow the river this way, you will see most of the central attractions of Paris in one fell swoop. The Louvre, and adjacent Tuileries Gardens, were absolutely beautiful. The vibrant yellow and orange autumn leaves outlined the perfectly manicured lawns, as the pigeons pecked for seed around quaint fountains throughout the vast park. A vibrant, old fashioned carousel sat behind a grove of rectangularly shaped hedges. Couples strolled the orderly gravel paths, which defined the space.

Note: The wait for actually going into the Louvre is always quite long, so be prepared for that. I find that, when I visit a place for a short stay, I prefer walking the city more than spending lots of time focusing on any single place. However, next time I’m in Paris I plan to spend many a day within the walls of the countless museums there – they house some of the most incredible and influential pieces of art on earth.


From the Tuileries Garden, we continued westward down the banks of the Seine. We passed Pont Alexandre III – a beautiful, historic bridge boasting incredible sculptures atop two grand pillars at each end, as well as many other bridges and museums. Taking a slight detour, we ventured up to The Arc de Triomphe, which is an incredible architectural feat. More incredible though, was the speed at which traffic sped around the monument. Hundreds of cars circled around this rotary while we were there, and I could not believe how disorganized yet effective the movement was. We then walked back down towards the river and on, to the iconic Parisian landmark – La Tour Eiffel.

As expected, the Eiffel Tower was teeming with tourists, yet was still a beautiful sight to see. The weather was perfect (I was wearing just a light shirt and jeans), and the smell of crepes and coffee filled the air. We enjoyed the views for a few minutes before heading to Café Kléber – a famous French cafe just steps from the Tower. The Nutella and banana crepes were delicious and I tried mulled wine served hot, since the afternoon was cooling down as the sun began to set.

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It was about five o’clock, and it had been a long day so I said goodbye to my friend Charlotte who had to get back to Versailles, and I walked back to the hotel for a quick nap. After catching some zzz’s, I felt refreshed and ready to see Paris in a different light – at night.


That night, I traversed over ten miles on foot – meandering down any back alley that caught my eye. I tried to retrace the night walk of Owen Wilson’s character in Midnight in Paris, but was unable to find the steps from which he initially got picked up and (spoiler alert) transported back in time. Slightly disappointed, I continued on and my disappointment was quickly overcome by the charm of Parisian streets, people, sights, and sounds. A man played L.O.V.E. on his saxophone in a small square surrounded by little restaurants and cafes. A group of old men laughed beside a street cart. Seemingly hundreds of couples smiled at each other across dinner plates and wine glasses. It was truly a perfect night in Paris. I felt as though I were drunk, smiling at people who passed me by, and floating through the streets. But I was just happy – happy and soaking in the experience that I had been missing.

I eventually found my way back to my hotel around midnight and immediately passed out in the comfortable king sized bed. In the morning, I awoke to a dim, white light emanating from behind the closed blinds. It was a grey morning with light rain – the perfect second half to my Parisian experience. (In the film, Owen Wilson’s character believes Paris to be best when it rains.) For the remainder of the day, I sipped a cappuccino in a cafe, strolled some more street markets, and then had one full French meal before my flight – Ratatouilles, mushroom and asparagus risotto, and a glass of French wine.

It was the perfect end to the perfect 24 hours in Paris.


Excited for Things to Come

So two exciting things are in the works for me currently. First, I recently decided to move into Portsmouth with a friend. We haven't found the exact place yet, but I'm very excited to finally set up camp and put down roots somewhere starting in July. My plan is to use Portsmouth as my home base – grow my social media business there locally, and then travel once that's established.

However, tonight I received news that may change that plan slightly – for the better. At around 5pm I was having a glass of wine and cooking out with my family. I checked my phone (as I do every 30 seconds...) and I saw I had an email from a company running an ambassador travel contest. I thought about it and then recalled that I had entered myself into the running a few months ago with a photo of me and a short blurb about how I live my #BestLife. 

Until today, I hadn't thought once about that entry at all, but I assumed the email would be a "We regret to inform you...." – as so many emails I've received before have been. However, as it turns out, I am a finalist for the position and I'm one of only 5 male finalists from over 1,000 applicants. 

The position basically boils down to this: If chosen, I would receive $60,000 to travel twice a month for 6 months ($10k/month). I'd have to document my travels with photo and video (as I'd already want to do anyway) and promote the brand through this. One great detail is that I could still work because it only asks that you take two trips in the US per month. This is like my dream anyway but the money was what was missing... with this opportunity, it wouldn't be anymore.

It goes without saying that this would be an incredible opportunity and I'm super excited to see what happens. My main thought with this is that it would be an amazing jump start to my career in influencer marketing and travel blogging. 

Anyway, I will definitely be updating as things progress but for now, finger's crossed it works out!

My Solo Cross-Country Road Trip

It was a bright but cold Saturday morning in March and snow was still on the ground as I merged onto the highway with little more than the general heading of West


The allure of the West had always called to me, but it was "never the right time" – there were always endless excuses: work, money, or friends who were unable to go. It was always easier to say "someday" than to say "today", and so I always put it off. However, then I came across this quote,

"The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready."  - Henry David Thoreau

This simple quote reminded me that you don't need to rely on other people for your own happiness – nor do you need companionship for something to be worthwhile. The time to do what you want is now.

As I drove the 3,000+ miles West, I came to get to know myself better and I'll always value that time I spent alone on the road. (Coincidentally, I listened to 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac all the way out – highly recommend)

Along the road I came to appreciate a lot of things. For one, the hospitality and kindness of people in this vast country of ours. From my friend Jeremy's farm in Indiana where he and his family greeted me with unbelievable warmth and delicious farm fresh food, to my friend Shelly's ranch in California where I spent an incredible day being guided through the mountains, to my Godparent's house in Oregon where they invited me to stay as longs as I'd like – people continued to amaze me with their kindness all along my way. It was truly unbelievable. 


I also came to appreciate how lucky I am to be able to pursue what I want in life. For many, the idea of loving your job is almost laughable. Yet, my ultimate goal is to not have to work at all. Considering the injustice of this stark contrast made me realize I want to give back. My good fortune and privilege in this life can be used for good rather than just ignored and explained away as "good luck". Thus, I realized that I need to work to help others move towards a life they want, not just help myself fulfill my goals.

I circled back through the north – Spokane, Bismarck, Chicago and, upon arriving back to the east coast was left with a lot to think about. I'm still processing the experiences I had on the road but the main things I realized are that life is short and "the death rate is still holding steady at 100%" so we might as well get to living. 




My story begins in the fall of 2012 – well, technically, my story begins in Portland, Maine on March 3rd, 1993 at 4:01pm… but that is a far longer, far less interesting story. This particular story, regarding my love of travel, begins in the fall of 2012.


I had just completed my freshman year of college and, though I enjoyed my friends and studies at school, I found myself lost among the manicured hedges and arbitrary deadlines of the collegiate experience. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to major in or what career I wanted to pursue post-grad, so I opted for a year off to travel, work, and figure it all out.

I traveled everywhere from the dusty honky-tonk bars of the American South to the humid jungles and desolate beaches of Eastern Costa Rica. From the cool, green rolling hills of Ireland to the blazing hot sun and bioluminescent waters of the Virgin Islands. Yet, after all this, what I figured out was that I had figured out nothing at all, and I was just one year older. So, I (somewhat reluctantly) returned to college to continue aimlessly “moving forward” and eventually earned my B.A. in Sociology.

Despite its ostensible uselessness, this gap year planted within me a seed. A stream of questions that I’d never though to ask began to flow, visions of innumerable life paths I’d never before considered appeared. Had it not been for this time when I stepped off the fast-moving treadmill of the modern-day school-college-job track, I would not have thought so deeply about these questions, or likely even considered the innumerable possibilities my future held.


Now, it is 2018 and I’m twenty-five years old. I work for myself and I travel the world, meeting amazing people and constantly creating: photographs, videos, music, and more. It took me a while to get here – and I still haven’t “figured everything out”, and probably never will. But that’s okay. I find life is much more exciting when you don’t know what tomorrow holds anyway…

I hope you’ll join me and take what you can from my life. I’d love to have you along for the ride.

“Don’t fear death, Fear the unlived life” – Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

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This blog isn’t meant to self-promote or to say, “Look at me! My life is awesome!” ­– it’s meant to inspire others to think differently and go against the grain. To introduce the different potential life paths out there and to share what I learn along my way.  It goes without saying that I am extremely privileged to be in the position I’m in (living, working, and traveling this way). I couldn’t lead the life I do without the help of my family, friends, and the “invisible knapsack” (in the words of Peggy McIntosh), which I possess. However, my aim with this blog is to help others move towards the life they dream of, regardless of where they start out from. So, whoever you are – wherever you come from– I hope you’ll come along on this journey with me.