We thought we knew of all the great sights of Paris, the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysees, the Arc de Triomphe, the Musee du Louvre with its glass pyramid, Sacre Coeur on Montmartre and of course Notre Dame. However when we were on the giant Ferris wheel the other day we noticed something else. Perched in the air we gazed up the grand boulevard of the Champs Elysees towards the Arc de Triomphe marveling at the straight lines with all their grandeur. Then we noticed that the boulevard seemed to continue beyond the Arc de Triomphe to what appeared to be a fairly modern CBD. Tall buildings that we had never noticed before, shimmered on the horizon. After some further research we realized that this must be La Defense, a name that is familiar to us because it is one of the stops on the Metro line that we frequent. Like many others we had wrongly thought that La Defense was an army base, but it is actually the home of a large number of steel and glass skyscrapers, which make up the main business district of Paris.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Day 22 From a distance.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Day 21 Dream on NSW government.
Paris has wonders at every turn but one of our chief delights, without which our adventures would be impossible, is a project undertaken in the late 19th and early 20th century, a project that required incredible engineering ingenuity… the Paris Metropolitain or as it is affectionately called The Metro. Although planning began in 1845 the first line (Line 1 as it is still known today) wasn’t operational until July 1900. Today’s system boasts 211kms of track, with 14 lines shuttling 3500 carriages at any one time on a regular schedule between 300 stations, of which 87, offer connections to other lines. It is said that over 4 million people travel The Metro every day and while trains are often crowded we have never experienced a train so full that we could not get on board. If you are quick you can normally always get a seat. It is said that every building in Paris is within 500 metres of a metro station. Therefore with patience, care and the necessary changes, you can get to and from everywhere in Paris on the metro. What’s more the French even add a touch of class with a variety of signs marking the entries of the metro stations with everyone’s favorite being the art deco signs of the early twentieth century.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Day 20 Sunset on the Seine
On a lovely sunny afternoon (about 8 degrees) and after attending the contemporary service at the wonderful American Protestant Church of Paris (1.30-2.30pm -an odd time by Sydney standards but it seems to work here) we decided it was a perfect afternoon for a stroll. The church is located on the Left Bank of the River Seine quite close to the Eiffel Tower. We walked across the beautiful Alexandre III Bridge. It is the bridge that has the lovely golden statues on each of the four corners and noticed huge crowds of Parisians queued outside exhibitions at the Grand Palais and the Petit Palais. We didn’t feel like joining the queues so we walked a little further and sat in a park and enjoyed a chocolate crepe bought from a near by crepe seller. Children played in the park and waited excitedly for the next performance of a Punch and Judy Show at an old puppet theatre near to where we were sitting. The sign said that there had been a puppet show there every Sunday for over 200 years.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Day 19 We still lionize bankers
As a result of the Global Financial Crisis there has been an ongoing controversy about the salaries of bankers. Sadly this is not a new story. In the late 19th century a bachelor banker by the name of Edouard Andre set up house in a new and fashionable part of Paris on the wide and prestigious Boulevard Haussmann. Edouard’s house is now a museum and it shows that the bonuses paid to bankers of the 19th century must have been even greater than today.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Day 18 " Let them eat cake"
It is in an interesting question to consider what it costs to stay in Paris. Traditionally the view is that Paris is one of the most expensive cities in the world to live in and therefore a very expensive city to visit as a tourist. In some sense this is true. Were you to stay in a hotel and eat your meals at restaurants and cafés then your expenses bill would climb very steeply. Surprisingly the way we are living is quite the opposite.
Day 17 "Victory belongs to the most persevering"- Napoleon Bonaparte
Before spending time in wintery Paris it is unlikely that we would have ever thought that a day spent walking outside in temperatures as low as five degrees was pleasant. But as the sun struggled to appear we enjoyed a long walk, which began at the Louvre and continued through the Jardin des Tuileries and then along Rue d’ Royale past some very fancy shops. This led us to La Madeline a grand neoclassical temple originally built to commemorate Napoleon’s glorious armies but later dedicated to the glory of God and to honour the mother of Jesus. Because of its original purpose it is a very unusual church – but none the less magnificent. After a good look around we detoured to the Palace Vendome, laid out in 1702, but most recently famous as being the home of the Paris Ritz. Originally in its centre was a monument to Louis XIV, however that monument was destroyed during the French revolution and Napoleon replaced it with a 44 metre high column, made from 1200 melted down cannons and erected to celebrate his own great victories. We then walked back to the Seine and crossed over a delightful new pedestrian bridge called Passerelle Leopold-Sedar-Senghor, and then on past the Palais-Bourbon (the home of the French National Assembly) and the Les Invalides (now the home of the French Military Museum) and finally around to the Dome Church and Napoleon’s tomb. Napoleon lies under the magnificent golden dome encased in six coffins, which fit inside each other like a Russian doll. Quite a stroll!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Day 16 Pussycat pussycat where have you been?
A terrific day! Our only gripe was with the English food and dress sense. Gone were the wonderful array of women’s boots that we see in Paris, to be replaced by gumboots and ugg boots (not very sensible in the snow). As for the food, we have been spoilt in Paris, and let’s just say that the poor old Poms don’t have a clue!
Day 15 Une Baguette, s'il vous plait.
In pre-agricultural days it was a man’s job to go out early and hunt for the family so that they would have food to eat for breakfast. Richard’s early morning task in Paris is slightly easier. He dons his warm weather gear and walks down the street to one of the three possible boulangeries (we take it in turns) to buy our breakfast. Each day he has the following conversation.
‘Bonjour (Hello) Une Baguette, s'il vous plaît, (one baguette please – pointing just in case the lady is confused) Merci (thank you) Au Revoir (Good-bye)’. With the exchange of one euro Richard is on his way home with his one metre long bread stick.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Day 14 No fleas on us.
Having more time in the one place has given us the opportunity to see some things that go beyond the normal tourist route; one such place is the Paris Flea markets. Just out of town on the edge of the metro we arrived on a day when, in theory, it was a bit warmer but in reality, the fog never really lifted and the cold seemed to seep into your bones. The history of these flea markets dates back over two centuries when the rag and bone men scoured the dumps and then set up stalls to sell what they had collected. Today the markets are much more organized. At one end of these markets you can find the finest and most expensive French antiques (including a Louis Vuitton chest worth 12,000 euros) and at the other end you can still sift though piles of junk, find a treasure and make an offer to the stallholder. In between, are shops of collectables, for almost anything you can imagine collecting. Sadly many of the stalls were closed today, but there were still more antique French clocks than Paul Keating would ever know what to do with. Despite spending a couple of hours wandering and rummaging we didn’t find anything we wanted to bring home.
We wandered down some of Paris’s most famous streets including rue de Montorgueil, which is well known for its fine bakeries, cheese shops and butcheries. We decided however that some of these famous streets are not very different from so many other streets in this great city. The cakes shops, for example, which are found at the end of our street are as good as any we have seen in Paris. Our day ended with a little Quiche Lorraine from our local patisserie which was lighter and fluffier than any we have ever eaten and a Tiramisu that any Italian would be proud to call his own (all found in our local neighbourhood for less than 4 euro in total).
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Day 12,13 A brush with fame
The weather continues to be cold which means our activities are a little restricted. Saturday morning was spent in the snow at our local food markets, which appear near the metro station twice a week. Some of the stallholders are even getting to know us- one refers to us as the ‘wallabies’ referring to Australia’s national rugby team. This week we bought fresh ravioli, apricots, mandarins, veal cordon bleu, fresh farm eggs and a loaf of champagne bread. Next week we hope to buy a small rabbit to roast, some freshly minced meat and some roasted chestnuts. We are planning ahead!!
Finally we had an amazing brush with fame – yes real fame. Richard wandered to les toilettes des messieurs and on the way back was sure that he had seen someone at a nearby table who he recognised. He came back to our table amazed to have seen this person in such an ordinary cafe. We decided to wait a while to see if it really was the person he thought it was. After awhile a well dress guy (who looked a lot like a secret service agent) appeared, paid the bill, and surveyed the restaurant before an older man followed him out. Other restaurant patrons also recognized him and one even jumped up and had his picture taken with the great man. As he passed us we said hello, and he nodded an acknowledgement to us. Richard had to restrain himself from challenging him about nuclear testing in the Pacific…yes it was Jacques Chirac the President of France from 1995-2007. Wow!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Day 11 Maison de Victor Hugo
Paris has over 140 museums including some of the most famous in the world. There are however a number of small, interesting and free museums such as Maison de Victor Hugo, a museum, operated by the City of Paris, which is located in the house that Victor Hugo lived in for 16 years from 1832–1848. The museum is on one floor of a very grand house, and it preserves the memory and many of the original furnishings, of one of France’s greatest literary figures.
Day 10 Walking in a winter wonderland
After a couple of wonderful trips to Europe and the UK in summer we had often wondered what it would be like to travel to this part of the world in winter. We are quickly finding out. By all reports Europe is experiencing it coldest winter in 30 years. Winter, to be honest, is a challenge but we note the following:
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Day 9 A day at the opera, a night at the ballet.
We had often walked past the Palais Garnier – Opera National de Paris (Paris Opera House) and marveled at a building that looks magnificent by day and sublime by night. Being fans of the Phantom we had always wondered how to get a peak inside. After some investigation we discovered that for 9 Euro you can do an unguided tour of the grand staircase, the reception rooms and the auditorium. We decided to give it a go but when we arrived we were disappointed to read a notice that sad yes, we could do a tour, but on this particular day the main auditorium was closed due to rehearsals. We had also noticed the sign saying that all tickets for January were sold out. Not to be deterred, we thought we would just check at the box office. A rather grumpy Frenchwoman at the box office confirmed that all the tickets were sold out for January—except for two good tickets for tonight’s ballet. We asked what was playing but we did not understand the reply. The tickets were reasonably priced so we decided that we would broaden our horizons even if it meant being exposed to a 20th Century ballet.
In spite of our ignorance, our day at the opera, which turned into a night at the ballet, was existentially filled with meaning and joy.
Day 8 School's out!
The 20th Arrondissement, where we are staying does not rank highly in tourist guidebooks, but a lengthy late afternoon walk revealed some surprises. Some friends had told us that about a kilometre up the road from where we are staying there is a quaint cobble stoned street with some rather pleasant cafes. The cafes were closed when we were there, but the old street, which leads up the hill to the church was indeed a treasure. As we walk we do our best to guess the meaning of French words and we notice the word ecole appears outside a number of institutions all of which appear to be bustling with life. At 4.30pm school is finishing and mums and dads are picking up pre-schoolers and primary aged kids while the high school kids are making their own way home.
As the sun sets on the icy streets we make our way back to our apartment. We feel safe in this city environment and our only real concern is dodging the effects on the streets of Paris’s love affair with their dogs. We would like to think that we have blended into our Paris city neighbourhood but as our coats are not black, as are everyone else’s , and with Katmandu printed on the front, we are still the obvious tourists.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Day 7 Where have all the students gone?
On a cold, sunny morning we ventured out, well rugged up, to explore one of Paris’s largest and most beautiful parks, Jardin du Luxenburg.
The winter skeletons of trees gave us only a clue to their summer majesty. The magnificent octagonal pond in the centre of the park was a source of amusement to us as we watched birds walk across the icy water. People lounged in deck chairs enjoying the sun – resplendent in their coats, gloves, scarves and woollen beanies or berets. Cameras flashed at the Medici fountain that was also frozen silent. Lovers kissed despite the fear that their lips might be permanently frozen together. A walk in an icy park was an experience to remember.
From the gardens we enjoyed a delightful stroll through the Latin Quarter on the left bank of the Seine through the home of Paris’s intellectuals, artists and students. A quick look into one of Paris’s most famous cafés gave us a considerable shock. Though Café De Flore may well have been a haunt of Jean-Paul Satre, it is unlikely he would have been thrilled at the idea of paying 8 Euro ($13) for a Vienna Chocolate. In fact the café was filled with tourists and the upwardly mobile but not surprisingly there was not a student to be found. We walked out without ordering, deciding to look elsewhere to find where the students of today were sipping their coffee.
Around the corner we decided on a more authentic and less expensive chocolate crepe from a street stall. While Richard waited in the queue, Wendy went in search of somewhere warm to enjoy the crepe and the only alternative appeared to be the McDonalds next door. Wendy ordered two hot chocolates and found a seat with a wonderful view of the street below, on the second floor. As Richard walked in carrying his two crepes, he was accosted by an employee, of only 15, who told him in no uncertain terms in rapid French, that Maccas was not the place to enjoy a street stall crepe. Luckily Wendy could show the pre-purchased hot chocolates, which managed to appease him. We sat and ate and enjoyed the view. As we got up to leave we looked around us and suddenly discovered that the students of the Left Bank were all there, laptops open (for free wifi), mobile phones connected, i-pods shuffling and remarkably even some books and notepads in use. So there are still students in the famous Latin Quarter—they have just moved on. C’est la vie! (That’s life!)
Day 6 Home away from home.
After another uneventful drive on the wrong side of the road back from the Loire Valley we arrived safely at Orly Aiport where we were to drop off our car. We then headed back on the train and then the metro to eventually arrive at our home-away-from-home for the next two and a half weeks. We are staying in a little apartment that we had heard about through a friend before our last trip to Europe in 2008. We enjoyed our stay here enormously and at the time we commented to each other that we would love to come back here one day for study leave – we are surprised that this has come about so soon.
The studio is on the Right Bank of Central Paris in the 20th Arrondissement. If you know Paris we are just around the corner from the most visited cemetery in the world Cimetiere du Pere Lachaise. If you are unfamiliar with Paris we are on the eastern edge of the 100 square km circle that, with it’s over two million people, makes up Central Paris. To get into the apartment you first have to enter a security code before passing through a huge wooden door, which is painted bright blue. The block is at least six stories high and without a lift. Luckily we are on the second floor. The unit is small, with a narrow cluttered entry hall, a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom and a lounge/dining/bedroom about the size of a reasonably sized master bedroom (such as Jim Masterton might build in Kellyville). It is decorated in a rather over the top, unique, crazy, French, eclectic style with a touch of shabby chic. It is filled with flea market treasures including about twenty cushions, which grace the two dining chairs, two small lounge chairs and the bed (that is before we put them away). But most importantly it is beautifully warm!
It is wonderful to unpack (although finding somewhere to put our clothes was a challenge) and begin to feel at home. We are located only about 300 metres from the metro and more importantly about 50 metres from a bakery, which sells the most divine baguettes for a steal (1 euro). Even though we did not arrive till nearly 3pm we decided we would still try to get to an English speaking church we had heard about called Trinity International Church. With the wonders of the French metro we arrived only 10 minutes late, even though it was located on the other side of Paris. We enjoyed a church service that was very much like our church at home. It was an interesting experience being a visitor and we were very grateful to the one kind French woman who did her best to talk to us. Although she spoke perfect English, she did not seem to understand a word that Richard said. At one point she commented ‘You have a very strong accent!’ After leaving church and making our way back to our cosy, little apartment we were able to enjoy our first home cooked meal for over a week…scrambled eggs!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Day 5 A frosty picnic and a gastronomical experience.
We awoke in Amboise to a clear sky and a low temperature of -5 degrees. The frost was something to behold. It took twenty minutes for the car heater to clear the windscreen and in places where the sun shone the frost was gone by lunchtime, but in places where there was no sun, the frost remained all day. In Australia we go to ridiculous lengths to whiten the ends of Christmas trees and in Amboise the trees were naturally white, with what looked like snow, but was actually a very thick frost.
1. Bread of course, then pumpkin soup with truffles. Yum!
2. Fois Gras (‘fat liver’ made from the liver of a duck that has been especially fattened) with raspberry jam and toasted baguette with a sprinkle of salt and sugar. Sounds odd but surprisingly delicious.
3. Tandori scallops and cabbage. Even better!
4. Lobster cappuccino with cayenne pepper! Yes, you read correctly and it was good.
5. Beef fillet with mashed potato. So tender and flavorsome!
6. Dessert (a degustation all of its own) – pear, almond ice-cream, chocolate tart, crème brulee, passionfruit custard, pineapple, chocolate cake and ginger. All to die for!
7. And lastly an apple crumble, which was only 2cm in diameter, and served with a cream and egg chaser.
8. We passed on the optional cheese platter.
All very reasonably priced and paid for with a birthday gift from Richard’s mum. Thanks Mum! How do the French remain so slim?
Day 4 100 not out!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Day 3 Bonne Annee
New Years Eve began for us with a fascinating three hour walk of discovery through the famous covered galeries or passages couverts of the Right Bank of Paris. Basically these 18th and 19th century covered laneways are the antecedents of our modern malls. In days gone by Parisians flocked to these centres of warmth, food and materialism to escape the cold and filth of the Paris streets. A couple of these galleries are beautifully restored, but the most interesting are somewhat neglected and quite tatty. Some are filled with the finest and trendiest shops while others contain shops that stock only old postcards, dolls house furniture or music boxes. Others are the homes of artists, artisans and eccentrics; very Paris and very chic!