This wasn't my first trip to Paris (which was circa 1986), but it was the first time I was on my own - old enough to (legally) drink lots of wine, take the Metro (unchaperoned), and skip Notre Dame (woo!).
I narrowly escaped Switzerland at the crack on Saturday morning. I almost missed my flight because I was in the wrong country. When I checked in, the attendant said, "Air France? That's in France!" (Who new that the Basel airport straddled the Swiss and French borders? And that my flight was leaving from the French side?)
It was raining my I arrived at Charles de Gaulle, pouring actually. I know this because since the aforementioned Air France flight landed well away from the gates at CDG, we emerged from the aircraft into the open air, tramped down a set of very rickety, very slippery metal stairs, and took the airport shuttle to the real airport.
Soon, all was right with the world, because the taxi pulled up to the Hotel Lutetia.
It's a gorgeous hotel near the Boulevard St. Germain. Since I had no idea wha the conversion from dollars to Euros was, I wasn't even panicked about the amount of money I spent there! (That came later.) My room wasn't quite ready, and I wasn't quite ready to go back out into the rain, so I rested a while in the hotel with a cup of coffee.
I finally ventured out into the neighborhood and found a cute cafe near the metro. It was called Cafe Metro. I sat there for over an hour, soaking up the scene, and watching the Parisians get soaked.
When the rain finally stopped, I lurked around Paris for the rest of the afternoon. I took the metro to the Eiffel Tower (a very kind French woman helped me figure out the ticket machine). The rain had stopped so I decided to go up the tower. Note: never take the shortest line. It's short because there's no elevator.
First views of the Eiffel Tower
I admit, I'm a little out of shape, but I think I could have made it to the top under normal circumstances. However, about 5 minutes after I started climbing the stairs, the rain came back with a vengeance. Accompanied by gale force winds. I made it to the first of the three viewing platforms (the 3rd was closed anyway) where I cowered in a corner, clutching desperately at the girders lest I get swept over the side. But, what a way to go, right?
Paris from the TowerAlmost as soon as I left the Tower, the clouds cleared and it was walking weather again. I visited the gardens of the Tuileries, walked around outside the Louvre (too crowded to go inside), and took the long way back to the Left Bank.
Later, after dinner, I had a drink in the hotel lounge. There was a singer there backed up by two guys who looked disturbingly like Larry David.
I woke up early on Sunday and made my way over to the Louvre. Even though I got lost along the way, I managed to get there before the crowds descended.
Brunch at Cafe Beaubourg, which has a nice mix of tourists and locals. It's just next door to the Centre de Georges Pompidou, a fabulous modern art museum with a great view of Paris. I strolled around the top floor of the Pompidou, then took in a couple of the exhibits there. One was a retrospective of art from Los Angeles, 1955-85. Wacky. The highlight was video of a guy who had himself nailed to the hood of a Volkswagen Bug.
Last major tourist stop: The Arc de Triomphe. You can actually go to the top. But this time, I read the fine print: No elevator. I settled for the view from below. I walked back to my hotel via the famous avenue, the Champs Elysee.
I had a full day of travel ahead of me on Monday, so I ordered room service, wrapped myself in a blanket and sat on the terrace watching the lights of Paris. Good stuff.
A few parting shots:
2 comments:
Darling, I've missed reading you. You look fantastic -- those eyebrows! How much do I envy them? Very. Come on...try to post more than once a quarter!
Yay! Colleen is back! I did a solo trip to Paris in august 2001. Must say you had MUCH nicer digs.
You look fabulous!!
nyibeec
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