One Week in Paris – Day 1: How to Survive Jetlag in Paris

In the time leading up to our trip for one week in Paris, I did a ton of research on blogs and articles linked through Pinterest, and reached out to a few friends who had previously lived and studied in the city of lights.

With such a huge and well-traveled city, it really is impossible and extremely exhausting to even try to read everything there is to know and do and to build a realistic itinerary for only a week-long trip.

As it happens, once we did arrive, we only did little more than half of the planned things on the list, but we also chose to allow ourselves to wander, grab coffee, and sleep in. After all, traveling is exhausting and we wanted to be on at least a bit of a vacation!

However, one thing we did need to worry about once we arrived was how to survive our jetlag in Paris, so we could still enjoy the city!


Since we live on the west coast of the US, I thought it would be a good idea to get up ridiculously early and tire ourselves out the week before our trip, so that we could fall asleep on the plane and not waste our first day there.

The plan inevitably worked, because on our first day we arrived in Paris around noon and after taking a decent amount of time to gain our bearings and grab some food, then navigate to our Airbnb located in the Republique neighborhood, we were already out and about exploring, instead of dozing off at about 3 am Seattle time.

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Curing our jetlag in Paris with a strong coffee and a nutella crepe in the warm afternoon sun


 One of my favorite ways to explore and enjoy is through amateur photography, and my camera for some reason resorted to all black photos while on the plane, so our first stop was to a highly reputed camera repair shop in the 3rd. It turns out the settings were just wonky and he was able to use it just fine, so we left a little embarrassed and headed towards the shops to get the next thing on our list: a swimsuit!

I had completely forgotten to pack one, and we were heading to a Turkish spa to relax and deal with jet-lag, so this was a must. After barely finding something that fit me and felt moderately covered, we sauntered into a sun-soaked cafe mid-afternoon for strong warm coffee and delicious Nutella crepes: a soon to be staple of the trip.

I love how time seems to cease from existing in those warm cozy places where the golden sunlight fills all the open corners between shadows. In coffee shops and on tree-scattered beaches, snuggled on couches or on a sunrise hike. I never wanted to leave that cafe, but there was so much of Paris to see beyond this street!

Relax in A Parisian Spa: the Ultimate Cure for Jetleg in Paris

As the afternoon slipped into evening, we made our way back to the Airbnb to grab bags of toiletries and swimsuits then head to the Hammam Medina Center. This style of Turkish bath house is very popular around Paris and it surprised me that I did not hear more about it while researching.

We chose the Hammam Medina Center because it seems like the best option for the price, very clean, and also allows couples on weekends, whereas most hammams are women or men only on certain days. This was the best decision, and one of the highlights of our trip! Seriously, what better way to spend your half-awake time on the first day in a city halfway around the world than lounging around in a relaxing spa, complete with almond oil massage and the infamous Parisian gommage (exfoliation)?

Melting away our jetlag in Paris in a hammam spa

“Pure bliss that I have been missing ever since” is probably the quickest way to describe the experience at the Turkish spa.

We arrived and put our names on the list, and were given a print out in English to help us remember the steps: first you change into your swimsuit and leave your clothes in the locker.

You go downstairs to the shower and cleanse yourself, then put on the rumored savon noir, and enter the hammam, or very hot steam room. The room was so filled with a menthol steam that you could not see the depth or even the wall across from you.

We sat on a bench and tried to breathe while maintaining some sense of time. You are supposed to stay at least 15 minutes, and as much as 45, but honestly I don’t see how anyone could know how long they have been in this room when it is all you can do to keep your eyes open for all the menthol and steam and sweat. We eventually discovered the bucket of cool water and used it to cool our faces and persevere.

After melting into existential existence and heat, we finally resolved to escape to step two- laying out and relaxing on the hot stone slab outside of the steam room. Like a post-sunny-beach-day-nap, it was incredibly satisfying and refreshing coming from the intense heat in the steam room.

We loved not having to worry about timing and schedules and where to be. We only had to laze around from room to room, coming and going whenever we wanted. From here we had to rinse off the savon noir and head to the gommage room. Luckily, we were the only two in the room because it was an intimate experience to remove your suit and let these ladies scrub you within an inch of your life- breasts and all. If there is one thing I learned in France, it was to be comfortable with my body because everyone else sure was.

Forgetting about our jetlag in Paris over a mint tea and pastry in a hammam spa

Once we were clean and scrubbed, we showered off once more and spent the rest of our evening leisurely moving from sauna to hammam, to the cold swimming pool, and back to the warm stone, our jet lag melting away in the spa.

Then we headed upstairs to put our names down for the massage- not part of the initial package but worth the upgrade I assure sure, and settled into the lounge to wait with some mint tea and Turkish pastries.

Once we finished these treats we headed into the next room to wait on our massage, and relaxed onto the beds, melting into existence in the low-lit room.

When it was our turn we went behind a privacy curtain and got a couple’s massage with almond oil. The day’s cares were completely melted away by then, and my skin has never been so soft and my muscles so relaxed. Ahhh, welcome to Paris.

Choosing to visit a Turkish hammam in Paris might not be for everyone, but it is a relaxing experience sure to cure your jet lag and a perfect way to start off a vacation. While most hammams are gender specific and nude, I enjoyed coming on a co-ed couples’ day and enjoying a spa day with my husband in suits and robes. It was a nice way to experience without feeling uncomfortable, and I would highly recommend adding this to the start of your Paris itinerary.

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