National Geographic Traveler's cover story is about Paris. I guess Paris just refuses to be forgotten yet. Could I please blog about Paris one more time?
We've all heard how Paris is dubbed the "City of Light", but for me, "City of Worship" seems more appropriate. Gazing in awe at the majesty of the churches, palaces, boulevards, monuments, bridges, and arches, it is apparent how much reverence and passion the French had for God, their victories as a nation, and for all else that constituted life.
[Paris City Passport]
[Paris at Night]
We just got in Paris after a crazy, lawless drive into the city. After dropping off our bags at the hotel and checking out Sacre Couer, we jumped on the metro to downtown Paris. It was raining and The Dutch and I shared a comical "I Love Paris" umbrella. After walking a few blocks from the metro stop I nearly dropped to my knees and started weeping. The sight of Hotel de Ville lit at night was just simply arresting. Little did I know, ALL of Paris is as beautiful as this at night. The city is marvelous during the day, but after the sun sets, it is enveloped in magic, whimsy, elegance, and romance.
Hotel de Ville nearly made me weep. |
Notre Dame |
Seine |
L'eglise de la Madeleine looking out to Place de la Concorde |
Sacre Coeur on a rainy evening, looking out to the City |
The back of Sacre Couer is less pictured but not less beautiful. |
Le Palais Garnier (Opera House) |
Les Invalides, the site of Napoleon's tomb |
Sigh. If I get to live in Paris, I'd like to have permanent residence at Musee d'Orsay.
[Velib]
Velib is Paris' bike sharing system. If you've heard of B-Cycles in cities like Denver and Chicago, the concept is the same. You pay a "membership" of 8 euros for 7 days (or 1.70 euro for 1 day) and as long as you return the bicycle to another Velib station within 29 minutes, you don't pay extra. I did not think I could cycle in a city where motorcycles and cars are driven by seemingly insane people, but I did and it was actually one of the most fun ways of getting around. I biked from the Louvre to Champs Elysees at one time, from Louvre to Tour d'Eiffel the other time, and from the RER station to Musee Marmottan Monet the other time.
The bikes are comfortable, have three speeds, and a basket, which is all you need really. Rentals don't come with helmets, so the onus is on you to not crack your skull while cycling. When traveling by bike, BE BOLD because otherwise, the cars, tourist buses and motorcycles will bully you. Own the road, don't take it personal, and ignore the urge to raise a middle finger if you get honked at repeatedly.
On the bike path to Eiffel Tower! |
While crossing the very busy street on Place de la Concorde, I stopped to take pictures of a Parisian photo shoot. Does anyone know if this model is someone famous? :) |
I did not climb it, but I sat on the grass, took my shoes off, and watched Parisan life unfold under the tower.
I've spent four hours inside this massive palace and if I ever make it out here again, I'd be strategic about it and go right to the highlights, which to me are the masterpieces by Leonardo and Michaelangelo. Also, the collection of ancient sculptures are staggering that I wouldn't mind soaking them up again. Again, I would suggest renting an audio guide which run about 5 euros.
[River Seine]
Walk the promenade of the river that bisects the city and in my opinion, triples the romance of this already romantic city. A sunset cruise on the Bateaux-Mauches allows you a glimpse of a different periphery of Paris, from a different vantage point.
I would stress that if you could, get on the sunset cruise and here's why:
[French Food]
A big resounding OUI. See my previous post on a macaron cooking class here and my favorite Parisian bites here.
[Being Out of Your Comfort Zone]
But more than anything, there's nothing more pleasurable about traveling than traveling itself. Especially in a country where I don't speak the language, it's a tremendously humbling feeling to be at the mercy of the local speakers. In my brief stay in Paris, I've managed to avoid getting arrested (I was on a Velib when a cop pulled next to me and started speaking in French. I sheepishly muttered, "Je ne comprend pas." To which, he responded in English, "When the light is red, you have to stop." Um. Ooops?) and I've managed to set off the alarm in a Metro car (I tried getting out through the wrong door). It's hysterical, but experiences like these weave in to how you remember a place.
Traveling is about learning how life is in other parts of our vast world and the more we know about it, the more we understand other people, and most especially, ourselves. I've idealized Paris for a long time in my head but if there's another important lesson to be eked out of traveling, it's that no single place in the world is ever perfect. At the end of the day, trips end, the ecstasy of being someplace temporary and new subside. But hopefully, you come home altered, with a wider lens to view the world with, and also with the knowledge that home is your own place in the world, and where you are is exactly where you need to be.
Unequivocally.
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