Bonjours mes amis. Back from Paris, très fatigué. But what a jolie time we had. And, you know, you can survive in Paris speaking only Franglais. Thank goodness for that Miles Kingston book that I used to have in the toilette.
I could do a day by day account of our trip but do you really care? Thought not. So let me tell you what we saw instead.
Walking tour of the Marais
Open bus tour of the sights (bit chilly so I went downstairs and saw the bottom of everything instead)
Visit Musee Marmottan (private collection of Monet) – how many lilies can one admire? Did enjoy the collection of illuminated manuscripts though.
Musee de Vin and wine tasting lesson. I failed. Blame it on the throat sweetie I had just finished.
Visit to Sainte-Chapelle with the most glorious stained glass.
Visit Conciergerie and glad I was not imprisoned there. Lovely wee chapel of Marie Antoinette.
Visit Sacre Coeur – many, many steps.
Trip down the sewers – bit whiffy and not terribly exciting unless you’re into that kind of thing.
Visit to Musee Quai Branley – très moderne museum of the world (except Europe) which I bypassed and went for an expensive coffee instead.
Fun evening in Nos Ancetres les Gauleois (lots of raw veg and much singing).
Illumination tour and saw the Eiffel Tower flashing.
Trip on Bateau Mouche and saw the sight on the Seine
Visit Notre Dame – oh dear. Not a holy place at all and many illegal photos taken by thousands of tourists. But did adore the relics of the Crown of Thorns and a piece of the true cross – allegedly.
Visit the Latin Quarter and found St Severin (thanks to Raspberry Rabbit). Adored the fan vaulting and live organ music.
Popped into St Julien le Pauvre and adored the icons.
Evening at the Moulin Rouge – many small boobies and not enough naked men. Pretty spectacular though. Loved the swimming pool that came up full of anacondas and a swimming beauty.
Day trip to Chartres and hilarious, yet informative, talk by Malcolm Miller. Love, love, love Chartres. And as it was Friday the labyrinth was uncovered so I walked it. Wondered at the story of the two women snogging in the middle of it. Sweet.
Visit to Opera de Paris Garnier (where ballets take place, not opera). A giant wedding cake really and surprising ceiling by Chagall. Much red velvet and marble (cool for swollen feet).
Visit to La Madeleine (church dedicated to Mary Mag) with no windows and not like a church at all really.
Wander through the ground floor of Galleries Lafayette and worshipped at the god of mammon’s feet. Luckily looked up and saw the ceiling.
Lunch at Les Printemps (another expensive department store) on the roof with great views of Paris.
And that was it really. In between, of course, there were glorious meals (loving Croque Madames) and much, much hilarity. I was even given my own relic from Bruce on the last night party but suspect it was just a chicken bone. Weather was fab and the sun shone on the righteous – and us.
And not one photo of the Eiffel Tower either.