part deux
Everything, everywhere.
That’s how Paris felt to me. It may be easier to process as a tourist. I was almost jealous of the hotel-staying, English speaking, sightseeing crowd. Once the monuments are seen and the museums visited all that was left of the day was to enjoy a croissant or vin chaud. Not for them was the pleasure of buying groceries at night in the Monoprix, operating a French washing machine, tiptoeing up and down ancient stairs so as not to disturb neighbors, or navigating the city while scouring centuries of history stored in my mind behind a jumble of Frenglish.
No, for us it was an exhilarating, challenging and wonderful chance to be Parisian, not just see Paris. No lines, no English, no itineraries
So come with me, as we explore Paris.
Here we are: our apartment on Quai des grands Augustins. Standing at our front door, the Pont Neuf is to our left, Notre Dame to our right, the Seine directly in front of us and history all around us
The People
Parisians are quite friendly, thank you very much. When planning our trip I came across quite a few warnings about the rudeness of Parisians, especially the waiters. I didn’t remember this from my last visit so I was dubious and I was right to be so-Parisians are quite friendly and personable. More so than the people of Boston. Which is not to say that Bostonians are rude (ahem) they are just into themselves whereas Parisians are into life.
The Food
I wasn’t impressed with the food.
There. I said it.
I heard a few gasps just then.
Everything was delicious, but there wasn’t much that I couldn’t enjoy here in Boston as well. What I enjoyed was the way the French eat: they sit down properly, and take their time. They eat everything we are told to fear: white bread, cream, real butter, cheese, and wine in the middle of the day. And I shall bestow upon you, free of charge, the secret behind the ‘French paradox’….ready? …Sit down, it will be a lot to process…hold on to your hat……
They eat LESS
(you’re welcome)
Food is a serious business, it’s not to be rushed. No silly diets or fads. And unless otherwise advertised, the food is always French. No tex mex apps, oriental salads, or buffalo spices. We ate mostly in the brasserie, though. Although I grew a bit weary of croque monsieur I love that the menus are, for the most part, unadulterated.
The Sights
We took a peek at the major sights of course
But the big sights needn’t be seen. Oh, to just wander in Paris! The city offers so much in her architecture and style that simply wandering through the streets is enough to get the experience of Paris. Every street was cobblestone, every building historic, every corner revealed an ancient church.
The Unexpected (The little differences that captured my attention)
Ou et le…..?:
I have an excellent sense of direction. And Mr Bebe is an actual expert in land navigation. So it came as quite a surprise to us when we found ourselves hopelessly lost on more than one occasion. At first it was a little concerning, standing stock-still on a Parisian street, map in hand, and absolutely no idea how to get where we were going. But I highly recommend it. You never find as much as you do when you are lost..
Let’s Not Get Physical
Since diet and exercise occupy much of my day, I found that spending time in a community that puts no thought into them at all was intriguing to say the least. So much extra time in the day! And they obviously know what they are doing: not everyone is thin, but no one is fat
l’eau
Forget about water. The French just don’t drink it like we do. If you ask for water they will bring you a little bottle to share. So if you are, like me, the type that is very conscious of ‘eight glasses a day’ then you will find yourself parched. Drink more vin rouge to take care of the dehydration headaches. That’s what I did.
Gypsies
The pickpockets must make a decent living because they are out in droves and they do not even try to be subtle. Anywhere more than ten people may gather there will be a group of 20-something girls with crumpled papers approaching people for signatures. They were everywhere. Armies of them across the city, men and women,and we were warned by our Parisian friends that they can get very aggressive. The police won’t arrest them so they are free to grab jewelry and phones and run off. Its an interesting situation. For the most part we could simply rebuff them and they would move on but one man actually grabbed the hand of my 14yo daughter and got very close as his partner moved in. Fortunately I was right there and can give a quick slap like my Irish grandmother. Over here, these sorts of shenanigans would get you a pop on the nose. Lucky for him my husband wasn’t the one standing next to her.
Gendarmarie
People in this country would lose their minds if soldiers patrolled the streets. It would be viewed as a violation of civil rights, intimidation, and/or incitement. Personally, I like a man person in uniform. But then again I don’t do anything wrong. Not in public, anyway.
You’re on your own
Of course I never noticed it much before, but we are rather catered to in this country. Signs are translated, grapes are seeded, showers have doors, stores honor their posted hours. But in France I noticed a more laissez faire attitude toward providing conveniences.
Nowhere was this more evident than when we were abandoned at Petite Trianon. Shuttles bring visitors back and from from Versailles as they are quite a distance apart. After a late day visit to the Queen’s humble abode, I stood in line for the return shuttle awaiting my children. I told Monsieur ticket taker that we would be four for the trip and he said nothing. It would have been a bit helpful if he mentioned that this was the last shuttle.He didn’t even glance back at me as he drove away
Children are nowhere to be found, the shuttle has gone and suddenly there is not a soul to be seen. And this is in the woods, there are no main streets where a cab might be hailed. So we walked, in the misty rain, no maps, darkness approaching, and only our wits to lead us in the right direction
It’s amusing, but I felt rather unimportant. Didn’t the staff wonder why we were still there, damp and confused? Not a single patrol car or security guard approached us to ask if we were lost. Apparently it mattered to no one but us that we were stuck in the middle of Versailles all alone. C’est le vie.
I enjoy a challenge anyway.
And I hope my readers do as well-coming up: what I wanted to see in Paris. But first: an important day trip.
For Hostess:
I am very keen to read these Paris themed posts as I am going next spring.
I very much like your detailed map. Where did you find it?
Our hotel is in the 6th and I plan to explore on my own for a few days before our tour starts so I appreciate your bistro suggestions and warnings of pick pockets.
I adore those two wee Bonne Maman jam jars!
Good for you for bringing home a silver spoon….a reminder of a lovely meal!
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The teaspoon was not the only thing I smuggled home: I swiped the little Bonne Maman jars as well! Don’t you love them?
How exciting that you are heading to Paris! The 6th is a wonderful area with ancient buildings and many places to eat. And the nightlife is lively but not boisterous. How long will you be there? I have other recommendations if you would like. I bought a few different styles of map books from Amazon. I ended up carrying this one around because it was paperback and I just wrote notes all over it which was handy. I had 3 books total and they all had great info. This one is:The Paris Mapguide by Michael Middleditch
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Fabulous post Bebe! Perfect pic from your apartment door to start us off and love the charming hospitality Maeve projects and those 2 classic beauties next to her. Please don’t make us wait long for the next post?!?!
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Thank you GSL! I took many pictures of that door because it was one of those big, old, heavy Parisian doors. The offspring even became annoyed with me about it.
The next post is a short one and practically written already.
Maeve was a gem
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Great photos. I enjoyed the tour through Paris. I speak enough french to get myself into trouble and not enough to get me out of it!
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Then we should never go together unless we were chaperoned or there would be dire consequences!
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Love it all. I love seeing a city I know pretty well from fresh eyes. Paris had gotten so stale but then I live in Europe so all I can see is attitude with a foreign accent and the dreaded entry into gare du nord which is one of the armpits of Europe.
But you were in a lovely bit of town. My favorite pharmaciemis in place at michel and I tend to walk from there to the Madeleine where I tend to stay out of habit.
I am due a pharmacy run soon and Paris makes you walk miles without realising. Paris is not too bad but once we went to ile de re and I didn’t eat ham nor cheese for months. Gypsies are also very very off putting. Everyone has a story about their experience with them…
But I adored this post so thank you
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What wonderful memories you and your family now have of this adventure. What beautiful young ladies you had to keep you and Mr. Bebe out of trouble…or into. Still waiting for the smoking babies.
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Paris, de manière passionnante
Paris, tellement merveilleux
Paris, tellement belle
Paris, tellement
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Every city has its own ‘feel’ and unless you experience it you really don’t the city. Lutece appeals the most to my inner historian.
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As well, it should, though I dare say it has changed a bit since those early days…
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Once again, you’ve perfectly capture the allure of Paris with your marvelous post. Its funny but I took so many photographs of doors I could publish a book (same with London doors too).
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Well you certainly have an ‘eye’ for doors-your garage is beautiful! It came out perfectly.
Isn’t it interesting that we notice doors?
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Looks like you all had great fun!
Paris…tu me manques. Beaucoup!
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My head is here but my heart is still there. What a place to have to live away from!
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So so jealous, you saw it all and took it in, loved the tour. Agree! except for the real country stew stuff, I think the rest of the world has caught up to France. Also my Aussie friend who lives there bemoans the lack of Indian and any Asian food.
Still I do love love those all in one pot numbers, so tasty. Paris is everything you ever thought it would be isn’t it? and more…your fam photos are delightful, thanks for taking us around your stomping ground!!!
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Just quickly popping over to say HNY and hope you’re having a wonderful start to the year Bebe!
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You are so sweet Jody! Happy New Year. I am starting off busily, kicking the reno into high gear and back at the gym! Covered in drywall dust as I type….
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Darling Bebe,
How poignant this post is to read today of all days.
Your beautifully composed photographs and carefully chosen words capture the unique atmosphere of this complex city. We have always thought it so incredibly multi-layered and here you peel them away for our delight and amusement.
You look to have had such a wealth of experiences. It really is in the details of the every day that one gets to the heart of a place and you surely did just that. For us, without doubt Paris is beautiful, its architecture amazing, its style so very chic and so many hidden treasures to explore. But, yet, it has a coldness that we find hard to shake off. We wonder if you found it so?
We hope that when you next consider travelling to Europe you may veer towards the East. The architecture is more crumbly, the food is less refined, there is much more shabby than chic but it has a heart of gold.
Thank you so much for all your kind wishes. We appreciate them so very much.
Wishing you and your family joy, peace and prosperity for the coming year.
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