Wherever I go, I always bring my running gear with me. When I visited Paris in the fall, it rained a lot, and in the early mornings, my breath was white, and when I looked up at the sky, Venus was twinkling in the morning.
The 16th arrondissement where I stayed had beautiful, quiet streets, and while I was driving around freely, I came across old churches, historical ruins, and castle-like mansions. It was fun to discover an unknown side of Paris. The road was moderately undulating, so I was able to warm up quickly even on chilly mornings.
Many of the streets in Paris are paved with hard cobblestones. With thick, cushioned shoes, I land my feet firmly on the ground and run as if I'm walking without exerting myself. I always keep the location of the Seine in mind as I run alone, wandering around. Before I knew it, this moment had become my favorite thing to do in Paris.
Before making my way from the right bank to the left bank, I always stop by Trocadero Square in the early morning when no one is there yet. There is nothing quite like the thrill of watching the Eiffel Tower being illuminated by the sparkling sunrise.
I drive like this for about an hour and a half every morning, and the city begins to wake up, and the cafe near my lodging opens.
