Paris, I know your tourist site like the back of Google Map
Paris is like a yuppie, always fun, prepped and confident. My brother who hasn't traveled as much as myself wanted to see Europe so after prodding from my mum, I agreed to accompany him to Paris. We traveled with his partner so I was the official photographer..ho hum.
First stop was Notre-Dame which to my surprise had a Metro station beneath it. The last few times I went I alighted at St Michel and had a leisurely walk to the Church. The walk is worth it though, near enough the Latin Quarter.
Notre Dame is a working Catholic Church but as it was French and my French sucks so I decided to skip mass. Why oh why didn't we have a foreign language in High School, Ateneo, pourquoi oh pourquoi?
|Went for a walk to the Shakespeare & Co bookstore nearby the queue was long so chilled in a square nearby|
Paris has its share of people who god-knows-what they are doing. The fun is in doing ad libs ..
The city does remove the locks every now and again how many keys are in the river now is beyond me.
Jardin des Tuileries
Always, takes my breath away especially when the sun is out.
On the end of this grand garden is the Louvre which we don't have time for today as it will take entire days to see all of the exhibit.
We were staying just outside the city near Montmarte - where all artsies and hippies gravitate to. It was walking distance to the Sacré-Cœur.
My brother and his partner bought unlimited train tickets, I got the Carnet. The carnet is a booklet, which has ten tickets valid in the Metro (train). Basically, I paid about 13 euros for getting around the city while they paid close to 27.
That means they get to ride the Furnicular (the whole 15 seconds) while I had to walk to get to the church as I don't think it was worth it and more importantly I think it's part of the experience.
|Mag Flanax ang may rheumatism|
|European cities have character, aint' it?|
|Eiffel Tower, the ultimate French symbol...|
|...unless it's their mastery of cooking canards (duck).|
|The view on the second floor.|
That feeling crept to the next day when I went on my own to soak up some culture while they went to the Paris Crypt. The Louvre was close that day so all the queues were long.
Fortunately enough, the line for Rodin musuem wasn't. I didn't know why. Maybe he wasn't that popular now. In any case I was happy.
|Gates of Hell|
|The actual Gates of Hell by Rodin|
Views from Galeries La Fayette
Views from Printemps