
That train is so fast that one doesn't even have the time to take a proper nap. You just find yourself in Paris Nord before you know it. Then all you have to do is take the metropolitain: ligne 4 direction Porte de Clignancourt, change for ligne 2 direction Porte Dauphine at Barbès Rochechouart and get off at Anvers.
But that's not what I did... I first went to Rome to drop my suitcase at the hotel reception and dashed back to Anvers. Oh come on, you can't possibly get lost! Get a Paris Visite metro/train/bus pass, a map, and off you go wherever you fancy.
Along with many other people gathered on the esplanade, I followed the défilé, marching at pace to the sound of their drums. I know I could have followed those pipers all around the world but we had to stop at place des Abbesses, after passing by several streets through Montmartre. You should love this particular spot, just have a look...
Day 1 to 3, you would have found me there. The Sacred Hill is so enchanting. Admire Paris standing at your feet. Let the bagpipers add a bit more colour and breathe the special atmosphere in the cobbled streets. Time to climb down now... But I returned several times over there and couldn't help entering the magnificent Basilica every time I did, at night also, just to have the pleasure to sit silently in this haven of peace, admiring the vitraux, either in front of a statue of the Virgin Mary or under the impressive huge mosaic picturing her beloved Son.
When I stumbled across one of my Brussels choir companion in a metro station, I once again realised our world is actually very small. Inevitably, I was sermoned for not telling her I would be visiting her native city that week-end. Truth is I didn't even know I would be going to Paris when I last met her and would never imagine to find her there, paying a visit to her parents. C was kind enough to spend some time with me, guiding me through this huge city.
We eventually sat down for a drink in Saint-Germain des Prés, which gave us the opportunity to watch the second half time of the rugby match. A French girl supporting her national team is absolutely normal, but don't try to find a reasonable explanation to the fact that I turned the Scottish flag I had received earlier into a napkin on our table. It must be because I love Scotland very much, that's all. As we were rehearsing last night, she couldn't help telling all the choir members about the French Victory and how sadly I was forced to fold the flag after the Scottish defeat...
Right after the match, we had to split for a while. I had to do the proper check in at my hotel before meeting her at Chartier for dinner. There I arrived with a look of victory all over me, as I managed to find my way alone, using three different metro lines. That restaurant is a wonderful place indeed, a must. Now I know where to eat when I'll be visiting again, and I sure know about a couple of restaurants to avoid at all cost.
It was raining heavily on Sunday and it seems all tourists took shelter in a famous museum. Scots were still all around the City of Lights... even in the Louvre, as you can see. This Palace is full of treasures but is also a treasure in itself. I finally got acquainted to Venus and Mona Lisa, and after having walked for hours through any piece of art you can imagine, I headed towards Notre Dame and visited the Quartier Latin. I turned in rather early that evening, listening to the hail knocking on my window.
After having lived in Paris only three days, Brussels looks like a village to me and I already miss Montmartre (let alone the bagpipers), the crowded boulevards and the Parisian atmosphere, so it won't be long until I board the Thalys again.
Next time, YOU might come along.
It is written on this poster: j'attends quelqu'un...
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7 comments:
Wow! You posted high resolution photos. It's almost like being there. I like the expressions on the pipers as they parade along the street. I can't believe postcards are 1,5 Euros! They must be fabulous postcards. What a fun adventure. Thanks for sharing!
I love Paris, but haven't been for 15 years.
I'm jealous.
Kissme, I bet a lot of your friends must be jealous of your forthcoming trip to Brussels (when are you arriving, BTW?). Of course, it doesn't compare to Paris... I had been there twice before: around 1980 and in 2002 but both visits were extremely short. At least I climbed on the Eiffel Tower 5 years ago so I didn't bother this time. Now I can finally say I visited the city more in depth. Still, I need to go again, there's so much more to see.
Elaine, the postcards were usually sold € 0,20. What we see there must be some sort of booklets. I must flatter myself saying my pics are way nicer than the ones I see on various websites. That camera I bought recently is definitely great value for money. I have some more pipers pics, which I will publish especially for you.
Très beau.
Tagged you over at mine.
C’est vraiment une joie de voir qu’il n’y avait pas de fausse note.
Et depuis ce jour, il n’y a plus d’après à Saint-Germain-des-Prés ?
So beautiful indeed, just like you, Marianne, one of the most prominent symbols of the French Republic. Me, tagged? J'arrive...
Dip Dop, ce petit voyage s'est en effet passé sans fausse note et n'est que le début de mes escapades en France, il y aura donc très certainement un après!
Maintenant que je vis
A l'autre bout d'Paris
Quand je voudrai changer d'âge
Je m'offrirai un long voyage
Je viendrai te dire bonjour
Au coin d'la rue Dufour
Je viendrai te visiter
A Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
Thanks for the extra photos. I see the Police all belong to one clan and in another photo it looks like they all are wearing different kilts. I wonder if they contests while they are playing (surrepticiously, of course). The music is fun too.
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