** NOTE: France, like the rest of the world, continues to struggle with the Covid-19 pandemic. Many Paris museums, shops, restaurants and tourist destinations either remain closed or have limited hours. All will require masks while indoors. Many also will require proof of vaccination. Please check online information or telephone your intended destination to determine any restrictions. Let’s all help each other through this harrowing period in global history. Merci! **
Many American visitors to Paris arrive at the crack of dawn, with their hotels still unavailable and horrific jet lag setting in. Some launch into a full day of sight-seeing despite feeling lousy, while others hole up in a cafe near their hotel to kill a few hours. Or even beg the hotel to let them check in early.
Lately, though, I’ve managed to get flights from the West Coast that arrive in Paris in the evening — typically a Friday evening — letting me grab a quick dinner and crash before launching into my first full day, feeling refreshed and rarin’ to go.
What is it that I do on my first morning in the City of Light?
Since I tend to hit the sack early on my first night in town, I also tend to wake up while Paris is still closed up and quiet, particularly if it’s a Saturday or Sunday morning. So, I almost always end up wandering through the gorgeous old streets of the Marais, making mental notes of shops and galleries I plan to visit later during my trip, and grabbing a breakfast of croissants and coffee at one of the neighborhood’s many cafes.
Lately my favorites have been Le Bouquet des Archives at the corner of Rue des Archives and rue des Blancs Manteaux; Le Reinitas at the corner of Rue de Temple and Rue du Plaitre; and Le Parvis, which overlooks the courtyard of the Pompidou Center, at Rue St. Martin and Rue St. Merri.
After lingering on the terrace for an hour or so and watching Paris slowly come to life, I tend to stop at a nearby Monoprix or Carrefour City supermarket to stock up on snacks and drinks, particularly my all-time favorite: Orangina Light, a diet version of the popular orange-pulpy-sparking juice-soda that’s nearly impossible to get in the U.S. without paying an arm and leg. With the room fully stocked, I’m out the door and ready to fully immerse myself in the City of Light.
So … what do you like to do during your first morning in Paris?