Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Death and Chocolaate

Monday was magnificent. We walked from our hotel to the Hotel des Invalides, an impressive military hospital and museum surrounded by a waterless moat and rows of cannons. Inside the complex was the Dome Church which contains the tomb of Napoleon. It was an imposing sight, as he was buried in six coffins, each inside the next, so that the final one is enormous.
From there we walked towards the Eiffel Tower, which became more beautiful with each step. It was magnificent; so towering and impressive in its construction. I found it breathtaking. I did make the climb to the top, pausing on the first tier to mail some post cards (yes, there is a post office up there). The view was incredible which made the climb all the more satisfying.
We celebrated this victory by dining in Montmartre at a charming restaurant founded in 1793.

Today we began the day with breakfast on the Rue Mouffetard - one of the oldest in the city. We enjoyed our coffee while watching the vendors set up shop, laying out tables of fruit and vegetables, bottles of wine, freshly butchered meats and fragrant displays of bread and cheese.

We meandered through a light rain to the Mosque, a fabulous somewhat hidden gem on the left bank. The mosque was ornately tiled and surrounded two beautiful courtyards containing gardens of leafy palms and wisteria in full bloom.  In the mosque is a cozy tea room, where we sipped tea while seated on ornate cushions, watching tiny birds flitting through the open doors. Betty Lou was delighted.
On the way to the metro, we strolled through the Jardins des Plantes and the zoo, where we saw wallabies.


The metro zipped us to the Catacombs, which i have wanted to see since highschool.  We descended far beneath the street and the sewers to the labyrinth that was once a limestone quarry, but is now filled with the bones of millions of  late 18th century corpses, arranged in decorative formation.  The bones line the walls of the passages along with grim quotations about death. It was swell. (Dawn, you would have loved it.)
us, in the Catacombs
We followed our brush with death with a fantastic lunch at La Closerie des Lilas - the famous cafe where Hemmingway wrote "The Sun Also Rises". We dined on white asparagus and mango risotto with prawns, red wine, espresso, and  two classic French desserts: creme brulé and profitteroles (i had the latter). I ate what seemed like vats of the finest, darkest liquid chocolate imaginable. My head is still spinning.
lunch
Was that all?  Not even close!  We then went to the Museé D'Orsay for a tour of impressionist  paintings in a magnificent setting.
We walked home along the banks of the Seine where we bought art from a painter.
I think we have seen enough for today and we must conserve our energies, as tomorrow we tackle Versailles.
d&b
Post Script: Betty Lou has noticed that of the dogs we have seen, a great number have been jack russel terriers. We have seen but one poodle.
Left Bank graffiti 

Monday, April 28, 2008

Art & Opera


Yesterday we hit (nearly) all of the main tourist sights.
We walked from our hotel to the Louvre - a beautiful walk. We stood in line for no more than ten minutes and were inside. The museum is, of course, overwhelming with all there is to see, so we picked a couple of areas of interest and saw the "essential" sights.
We saw the Mona Lisa. I have never been a big fan of the picture, but i thought that it may be one of those works of art that one must see in person to 'get' it. I still don't. No wave of transformation swept over us. We both agreed that there were more impressive works to behold at the Louvre. Napoleon's apartments were very impressive and the Dying Slave is a masterpiece of homoerotic expression in marble.
From the Louvre, we strolled through the Tuilleries Gardens, watched the little boats in the fountains and a painter capturing the scene.
We continued past the obelisk down the Champs Elysees where Betty Lou bought a bottle of perfume.
Finally we (triumphantly) reached the Arc du Triomphe. BL enjoyed the breeze at the bottom while i made the climb to the top to take in the view.
On our walk back to the hotel we stopped for a dinner of cheese fondue and red wine, in which Betty Lou partook.
In the evening we went to the stunning Paris Opera House (the old one) and watched a very unusual performance of an Italian opera called "The Prisoner".  I can't say that i liked it, but i enjoyed it.  Betty Lou did not.

It was a very full day.
Presently, it is Monday morning and we are off for breakfast and then on to the Eiffel Tower.
Au Revoir!
d&b

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Montmartre by Metro

Montmartre windows


Today we took the metro to Montmartre, and walked in the footsteps of the French bohemian elite. Betty Lou was delighted with the charming village atmosphere and oodles of artists displaying their wares. We wandered through the narrow passageways past the quaint and the touristy alike. In one of the churches we visited we walked in on a wedding! (I know, yesterday it was a funeral...tomorrow we are sure to stumble upon a baptism.)
We then visited the Sacré Coeur and took a stroll through the delightfully seedy Pigalle area, past the "Sexodrome" and other peepshow venues.
Paris Metro Map
Another short Metro ride whisked us to the Père Lachaise cemetery. We meandered through the grounds in search of a few special graves: Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Chopin, and Proust. It was no easy feat, but we managed to locate them all. Jim Morrison's grave was especially impressive, due to the throngs of pilgrims leaving flowers and pouring liquor on his grave.
Dale at Chopin's Grave


at Oscar Wilde's Grave

After that we visited the bustling Marais district, and then walked to the Pompidou, where I went in to gaze upon the best of modern art, while Betty Lou opted to sit outside in the evening air and watch the street performers.

in the Pompidou
Walking back to our hotel, we had dinner at a delightful cous cous restaurant. Shortly it is off to bed for us weary but contented girls.
That is all for us, except for one important message: Happy Birthday, Dawn!
d&b

Friday, April 25, 2008

April in Paris

Greeting from Paris!
at the Arc du Triomphe


We arrived at 3:30 (paris time) on Thursday after an uneventful flight. Our lodgings: L'Hotel des Grandes Ecoles is wonderful. It is three buildings surrounding a medieval courtyard and garden, which is filled with birdsong. We are one of the lucky few whose room opens directly onto the garden. Our room is small and charming and very girly. We are completely ensconced in pale blue toile; curtains, walls...the works (except for our bedspread while is a massive, white crocheted doily.
Last night we wandered around in the pouring rain (yes, rain - stop your snickering right now though, because today it is 23 degrees and sunny) and ate dinner at a Tibetan restaurant, which was delcious. We were too tired for much conversation, but fortunately there was a table  of lively American Entymologists nearby who kept us amused with tales of searching for rare insects in Alabama.
Today we visited the Pantheon, which holds a crypt containing the remains of famous French persons, including Victor Hugo, Dumas, and the Curies. We then walked across the Pont Neuf to the Ile de la Cite where we went to the Notre Dame and other places of historical note.
When visiting the Church of Saint Germain, we stumbled upon a funeral. It was lovely, really, which live music and bouquets of flowers. We made a point of looking solemn when the pall-bearers passed us with the coffin.
We just finished having lunch at the Cafe Deux Magots, where we enjoyed an assortment of cheeses.
Now, we are wandering around, exploring side streets and having a grand time.
My French? It is ok. Despite feeling foolish, I can express myself in a pathetic, yet comprehensible way and can understand much of what is said to me.
That's all from us for the moment. On to more exploring,
Dale & Betty-Lou
Dale book shopping along the Seine


Betty Lou on the Seine


April in Paris


Greeting from Paris!
We arrived at 3:30 (paris time) on Thursday after an uneventful flight. Our lodgings: L'Hotel des Grandes Ecoles is wonderful. It is three buildings surrounding a medieval courtyard and garden, which is filled with birdsong. We are one of the lucky few whose room opens directly onto the garden. Our room is small and charming and very girly. We are completely ensconced in pale blue toile; curtains, walls...the works (except for our bedspread while is a massive, white crocheted doily.
Last night we wandered around in the pouring rain (yes, rain - stop your snickering right now though, because today it is 23 degrees and sunny) and ate dinner at a Tibetan restaurant, which was delcious. We were too tired for much conversation, but fortunately there was a table  of lively American Entymologists nearby who kept us amused with tales of searching for rare insects in Alabama.
Today we visited the Pantheon, which holds a crypt containing the remains of famous French persons, including Victor Hugo, Dumas, and the Curies. We then walked across the Pont Neuf to the Ile de la Cite where we went to the Notre Dame and other places of historical note.
When visiting the Church of Saint Germain, we stumbled upon a funeral. It was lovely, really, which live music and bouquets of flowers. We made a point of looking solemn when the pall-bearers passed us with the coffin.
We just finished having lunch at the Cafe Deux Magots, where we enjoyed an assortment of cheeses.
Now, we are wandering around, exploring side streets and having a grand time.
My French? It is ok. Despite feeling foolish, I can express myself in a pathetic, yet comprehensible way and can understand much of what is said to me.
That's all from us for the moment. On to more exploring,
Dale & Betty-Lou

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Bon Voyage

Greetings, all.
Today is the day of our greatly anticipated journey to Paris. Both Betty-Lou and I are sorely in need of a vacation (I to recover from the assault of law school and Betty-Lou to escape the chaos of home renovations - Thank you to Ron for  keeping watch at home.) 
Finally I will have the opportunity to discover how well my eight years of French education has served me. Betty-Lou is already sporting her beret and has grand plans to develop a taste for wine and Gauoilses. Between the two of us, i believe we have six guidebooks, so we are well prepared.
We do plan to chronicle our (mis)adventures, so check in for updates.
Bon Voyage!
Dale & Betty-Lou
(wandering norths)