I need to tell you this is the Eiffel Tower? Really? |
We walked to the Nice train station at 6:45am past groups of people that were STILL UP from the night before, partying hard. Remember those days? Found our seats on the train, and settled in for the 5 hour ride. The seats we had were pretty comfortable, plenty of room, and facing forward, so for 2 hours we enjoyed the space. Then a woman asked us if we had the right seats. The seat numbers were correct…but we were in the wrong car. DOH! So we gathered everything up and moved to our less comfortable, slightly crowded, and facing backwards seats.
Once we got to the apartment, and the host’s father finally showed up, we decided to settle in. That’s when we started noticing things that weren’t quite up to par. The space was roomy, which is a rare find for Paris I’ve been told, but a couple of the chairs were broken, the terrace was dirty with dead and dying plants on it, and nowhere to sit, and the only floor lamp was broken. We kept finding more things like that – an air of neglect about the place. There was also a “For Sale” sign on the terrace, so perhaps the hostess wasn’t putting in the effort. We also had a leaky toilet – ugh. Hopefully that will get fixed soon, but meanwhile we hope to enjoy our stay in Paris. Heading out to a comedy show soon to kickstart our week here!
Sat., Oct 4, 2014
We got to the airport this morning to head back to the States without a hitch, which is usually a good start to a long trip. There’s so much to write about what our week was like, maybe I’ll just stick to the highlights:
Olivier Giraud and Joe Giraud Peterson |
Least favorite part about this leg of our trip – our apartment. It wasn’t bad, but it was the longest stay we had ever had in one place (one week) and it was our least favorite AirBnB apartment ever. The toilet issue never got resolved, and it became very inconvenient at times. This weighed on our minds a lot because there was always the worry something worse was going to happen than the leak. Also, our hostess never did anything to compensate us for this inconvenience – a free night, a bottle of wine, some chocolate, SOMETHING to say “I’m so sorry you had to deal with this on your vacation”. But nothing. And in my opinion, that made it worse.
Place de la Bastille |
Museums – The Musee d’Orsay has many great pieces, and there’s an entire section of various artists’ work that I dubbed the “men’s fantasies of naked women”. But I feel the real reason to go there is to take in the building itself. Inside the main gallery just look up, look around, look down. This former train station is awe-inspiring!
Skeptical about Arts et Metiers |
Joe loves it! |
got to do whatever I wanted, so on our last full day in Paris, I let him decide. So we went here, and I grinned and bore it. Bore it. Boring. Same difference. There were times when I felt like someone had gone through their attic and said “hey, we could put this on display!” then put it on a table with a card. Joe really enjoyed a lot of it, but even he said there was just too much stuff
and not enough explanation. The thing about going to a museum in a foreign
Some big computer thing |
if you don’t understand that language, you are SOL. Fortunately there are now recorded self-tour devices you can get…if you know about them before you enter the museum. In both the Musee d’Orsay and the boring invention one, we didn’t discover they had these available until AFTER we were well inside the museum. There were never offered to us, which I thought was kinda weird.
Some Mars thing?...I dunno |
Some robot thing |
Americans – Lots of Americans in Paris (and in Nice, come to think of it). But it’s nice when you actually run into someone you know! Surprisingly, one of Joe’s old co-workers from the States was there the same time we were, so we got together with he and his girlfriend for dinner one night near the Eiffel Tower.
Rob and Joe |
Parisians – Paris is more crowded than New York, and Parisians are definitely more aggressive about their space than New Yorkers, practically knocking you down to get a seat on the train, or walking right towards you on the sidewalk, daring you not to move. I usually have really good radar in crowded cities, being able to weave my way around people, predicting where they will move. The radar was not working in Paris at all. They speak much faster than the rest of France, and of course, some are rude. But some are very nice (and funny!) as well.
What I did this time that I regretted not doing my last trip here – explored the Montmatre neighborhoods, visited Sacre Coeur, and took a boat ride on the Seine at night.
Luxembourg garden IS on the tour but still lovely |
Parc des Buttes-Chaumont |
Another park I discovered is Parc des Buttes-Chaumont. This is in the 19th arrondisement, is much bigger, with a tower so you can have a great view, a pond, and a waterfall. The hillsides are pretty steep, but the steps are made of cement shaped to look like wooden logs.
A foie gras store - that's all they sell! |
Cool tidbit – I took a walking tour through AirBnB (yeah, they’re trying this new thing) that went through the 2nd, 3rd, and 10th arrondisements. Ludovic (the tour guide) pointed out colored tiles on some buildings that are in the shape of different space invaders (remember the video game?). Apparently they’re on more than 1000 buildings throughout the city, so when Joe and I were walking around, we would try to find them.
Me in front of some cool building |
I enjoyed following your trip on the blog - and what a trip!. Thanks.
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