Un Voyage en France

Well, we were planning to be on time but with Harper that's pretty much impossible. (Harper: Hey this time it wasn't my fault!!!!) We got to Temple Meads Train Station with only minutes until our train was supposed to leave. We ran to the Platform only to hear the whistle blow signaling no more passengers were to board. The next train to London wasn't for another hour but we asked the platform attendant the fastest way and he had us board a train that went a few miles to Bristol Parkway where we could board another train to London. So we ended up leaving in 30 minutes instead of an hour, which was good because we arrived at Victoria Coach Station and were the last people to be checked in for our bus to Paris that was already running late!

Our overnight bus ride proved to not be particularly restful. We ended up on a coach that was full of Russians (in there 20's) who were very loud, laughing their way to Dover. It was a relief to get onto the ferry from Dover to Calais because we got a brief break from the loud Russians. The ferry however rocked more than any seagoing vessel I have ever been on, which was surprising since it was so large and the water didn't look particularly choppy. So we had restless sleep on the Ferry until Calais where we got back on the bus, luckily most of the Russians had quieted down some and we did get some sleep between Calais and Paris.

Looking at part of the line from the top

 It took us a few minutes to get oriented upon our arrival at the coach station but we soon found a Metro and headed straight for Le Tour Eiffel. The Eiffel Tower isn't quite as tall as we imagined it but it was still incredible just to be there. We waited in line for about an hour and half -which was pretty good considering the tower hadn't even opened yet for the first half hour of our wait- and finally reached the ticket window. Much to our disappointment the top of the tower was closed! We were baffled; apparently due to some technical issues only a 

few people who had pre-purchased tickets were allowed to go to the top. So we bought tickets for the second floor of the tower, which saved us quite a bit of money, and we still got the feel of being at the Eiffel Tower (not to mention that we rode a double-decker elevator!) The best part of the Eiffel Tower was probably taking the stairs back down to the bottom though, you feel so vulnerable climbing down stairs from so high up in the open air. After that many steps you get a weird condition that we have now named TMSS (Too Many Stairs Syndrome) which gives you shaky legs for hours afterwards. We have definitely climbed enough stairs in the past few months to know for sure that this affliction is real!

         

   From the Eiffel Tower we got on the Metro and made a quick trip to L'Arc Du Triumphe on Les Champs Elysèes. It was quite a regal monument but we decided to save our money and not climb it since we had just gone up the Eiffel Tower (and there was a very long line to climb it). So after claiming that we had 'Been There' we got back on the Metro and went to the Louvre.

            The Louvre was enormous! We had no idea where to start so we randomly progressed through hallway after hallway of famous artwork. Eventually we came upon the Mona Lisa, which we both agreed was not very impressive and should not be as famous as it is, there are hundreds and hundreds of better paintings from the same time period in the Louvre. We moved from Italian artists towards French painters and came across La Libertè guidant le peuple (Liberty guiding the people) which appears on the cover of Coldplay's Viva La Vida (and happens to be one of my [Dakota's] favorite paintings). After looking at room after room of paintings we progressed towards the Venus de Milo which like the Mona Lisa was no better than any other statue in our opinion. But now we can say we saw it! The Louvre was so enormous that there were thousands of people in it but it was easy to be the only person looking at a picture, often times there were no more than 15 people in a room. After seeing about as much artwork as we could handle we made our way to Napoleon III's Apartments, which were more lavish than anything we have ever seen. There were crystal chandeliers hanging in every room and numerous velvet lounges, we were quite impressed. After another hour or so wandering aimlessly about the Louvre admiring artwork we made our way back out and headed to Notre Dame.

The creepiest gargoyle

Coming out of the bellfry

After seeing as many churches as we have this semester, the inside of Notre Dame was not particularly special. The greatest things were probably that the ceiling was taller and the stained glass was very elaborate. Climbing the towers of Notre Dame was much more impressive than anything inside. After hundreds of steps we came up on a balcony and stood amongst the famous Gargoyles, many of which are very creepy looking while others aren't so much, such as an elephant and a stork. We moved on through a very short and narrow entrance in to the belfry and stood next to an absolutely enormous bell and then went back out and descended the tower, after which we got TMSS again. From Notre Dame we walked further down the island and made a special point to cross Pont Neuf since it is such a famous bridge (and was of extra interest to me since I just read The Three Musketeers in which it is a very important landmark).

Yummy sausages for lunch! 

Dakota by Pont Neuf

From there we took the Metro and found our way to our hotel. After checking in we went to a grocery store and bought some bread and cheese for dinner. The cheese was spectacular! It was called pié d'Angloy which was a soft cheese with a flavour best described as yum! We wrapped up the evening amusing ourselves watching an episode of Monk in French.

Our boom boom bracelets

The next morning we made our way to Sacre Cœur (yet another church) situated high on a hill. As we went to climb the steps to the church some street vendors took a liking to us. We tried our best to avoid them, repeating no thank you and trying to walk away but it was futile. They grabbed our hands and slipped a string over one of each of our fingers and proceeded to make bracelets, we tried to slip away but we were stuck, the only way out would have been to beat them off! So we gave in and the men were from Senegal and told us that hakuna mattata (which you may recognize from the lion king) was from their language and that we would have good Juju and that I would have 3 kids and the guy making Harper's bracelet said she would have 5! (a little concerned about this discrepancy!) However they proceeded to bless us and told us that we 'will have good boom boom, you know what I mean by boom boom?' Well after scraping by paying the Africans 5 Euros we hurried up the mount avoiding other vendors at all costs!

We did a quick walk through of the church and then went to a separate entrance to view the crypt and climb the basilica. The crypt was rather dull so we didn't spend much time down there and progressed to the stairs up to the basilica. The climb to the Basilica was neat because it was a combination of indoor and outdoor stair climbing. We went up a spiral staircase inside, then went outside and climbed stairs that followed the roof of the church and then went back inside to another spiral staircase up to the cupola. It was neat climbing so many monuments because you can see all of the other places you have been or are going once you get up to the top.

 After descending the stairs back to the bottom (and another case of TMSS) we wandered down the surrounding streets looking in shops and then headed back down the mount. At the bottom of the stairs we were confronted once again by African street vendors but we came prepared and had our hands clenched. One man grabbed me and was trying to get me to buy a bracelet but I escaped by saying 'No, I already have one' and then he changed completely and thanked me and shook my hand instead. They are very persistent! From there we headed to the Moulin Rouge since it was so close. So we walked over in front of it and said 'saw it' and headed back to the Metro and took it to the Catacombes.

 The Catacombes were definitely a highlight of our adventure. We waited in line for about an hour before we got the entrance, but it was well worth the wait. We got in for half the price because we were between 14 and 26, which is always nice, and then we descended a long spiral staircase deep into the earth. When we reached the bottom (and recovered from TMSS again!) we reached a series of dark narrow passageways. We walked for quite a ways and were pretty edgy because there were dark side corridors with iron gates over them which were scary just because they were in the unknown. After nearly half a mile of walking down these old mine passages we came across a sign over a passage that said Arrête! C'est ici l'Empire de la Mort (Stop! This is the empire of the dead) which made it even creepier. We entered and saw the walls of the tunnels lined with femurs and skulls stacked up next to each other, the rest of the bones were piled in a heap behind them. We walked for about a mile through collection after collection of bones from throughout the city.

 If it wasn't enough walking through walls of dead people some of the skulls bore the marks of murder, execution and torture, some had obvious bullet holes in them, others had knife or sword cuts into the skull, and still others had holes that had been drilled into them. An interesting study in anatomy and crime and punishment, but certainly not a light hearted trek! There are supposed to be more than 6 million bodies that were removed from cemeteries around Paris because the bodies were piling up so much they were causing health problems. (Oops, got a strange disease from a dead body at church today!) Throughout the tunnels there were also quotes from poetry and books that referred to death, which were disturbing and certainly put one on edge (and made me feel that my courses in French had finally paid off). After about an hour and a half in dark tunnels deep under the city we climbed yet another spiral staircase to the exit, where our bags were searched to be sure we weren't stealing bones! EWW!

Upon exiting we realized we had just walked about two miles underground so we had no clue where we were! (And it wasn't even on our map!) So we wandered down some streets until we found a Metro, where we were able to navigate back to our hotel. Then we went out to eat at a restaurant we found just down the street. Our waiter thought it was quite amusing that we shared our meals and so he laughed and joked to us every time he passed by. We ordered l'escargots (just because we were in Paris) and a veal dish. It was by far some of the most savoury dishes I have ever had! The escargots were actually really good, they were broiled in garlic and tasted and had the same texture as mussels (meaning Harper didn't like them too much). For dessert we had some very delectable crème brûlée.  We spent more than an hour in the little French restaurant and enjoyed ourselves very much; the prices were great except for the bottle of water which cost us 6 Euro! We ran back to the hotel in pouring rain and watched the Simpsons in French, Marge sounds even worse in French than in English!

        

The next morning we took the metro to the bus station and boarded our bus, which only had about 15 people this time and was much quieter! We bussed to Calais where we got on a ferry to Dover. We were excited to see the white cliffs of Dover and were quite surprised to see them from Calais! Of course they got bigger as we sailed across the channel, but they are definitely visible from France, we had no idea! From there we bussed into London and took our train back to Bristol, where we made a delicious late dinner of burgers and French fries (I guess I should say chips) at 11:30 at night!