Je done Paris

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.

Sainte-Chapelle rose window

Sainte-Chapelle rose window

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.

Moulin Rouge

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.

Labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral

Labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral

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.

Ceiling of Galleries Lafayette, Paris

Ceiling of Galleries Lafayette, Paris

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.


5 thoughts on “Je done Paris

  1. Thanks Moyra, its good to be back. Nothing like your own bed – and shower. The bathroom in paris was tiny and the shower even smaller than that. And there is nothing worse than a shower with a shower curtain plastered to your back. Yuch.

  2. It would be the lack of a bath that would have me longing for my own bathroom! And I’m right wtih you on the shower curtain plastered to your back thing… it’s what puts me off showers, along with the standing up. (I am intrinsically lazy)

    You’ll be pleased to know the course I was teaching last night on spirituality got into a discussion on prayer in silence and solitude not being the way for some people.

  3. Mention of St-Severin took me back to 1964, when I attended Mass there with a friend (now sadly deceased). The church had been authorised in the late 1950s for liturgical experimentation, and was encouraged to do things which were adventurous then, and have now become familiar: use of the vernacular; west-facing celebrations; intercessions by members of the congregation.

    One rather poignant memory is of seeing the old stone altar in honourable retirement in the hall, used as a sideboard during the post-service coffee. Forward-looking innovation, to be sure, but also respectful and affectionate cherishing of the past.

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