The trip to Paris was the most bizarre by far. At almost midnight we headed on a coach bus past the Dover cliffs and onto a ferry. After a cold hour long voyage, we drove four hours and one hour forward in time to St. Christopher Inn. After dropping our bags in storage we began our tour. Some euros, a yummy espresso, and a metro ticket later, we were bathing in the small city streets.
Notre Dame was one of the first sites we frequented. the line was long but luckily the church was large enough to make it move. here I lit a candle for my family. it was a grand church. From this location we wandered over to another famous location- the louvre. To add to my day, I saw Mona Lisa, the Venus, and much much more. Later in the first day we ate at ....a small restaurant with a cellar and a Mousketeer theme. Salad, red wine, duck, and apple crumble made up my courses. From there we attempted to go on a boat cruise, but missed our time.
I discovered this weekend that while my pronunciation is off by a lot, I remember far more French than I knew. I played liaison for translating much of this weekend. Signs, people, directions, the metro. C'est tres bien! It came in handy Saturday. As it turns out, there are many "Dufour"s in France. On Saturday morning when we went to Versailles, the home of Madam Du Pompador and Marie Antonette, I searched for my wing. Knowing it was there on the ticket, it was sadly under renovation. This I learned by asking. It was impressive nonetheless and makes me curious about my roots. Their coat of arms in almost exact to mine, which my cousins and I recently conferred.
That afternoon we took a long and crowded metro to the catacombs, but unfortunately slightly missed it. From there we made plans to go to the Paris Hard Rock Cafe. While expensive, the music was grand and they had items of Jimi Hendrix, Scorpions, and The Clash. Here I decided to buy a patch from Hard Rock and iron it onto the sleeve of my London letterman I purchased in Greenwich. From this location, we wandered along the sienna, spotted the Arc de Triumph, and got on the evening boat tour. The Eiffel Tour at night is gorgeous. The tour was hard to hear, but looked wonderful. Our group is curious as to why the Eiffel glitters at 11pm, but it's tres jollie.
After a short night's sleep, we packed and headed out for more espresso from the same cafe(2 euros!) and then to the metro for a morning peek at Moulin Rouge. Here I purchased a red fan for a wall decoration. We poked around inside but it costs over 180 euro to go any further(a show and dinner). By noon, we boarded the coach and here we sit for a long journey home. I don't know if we will be back by midnight or eleven, but it was a crazy fast weekend. Sadly no Daft Punk was run into, but I miss London in a good way.
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| Notre Dame in all its tall glory. |
I don't recall why I was so surprised...
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| The best photo of the Eiffel Tower that I took. |
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