Last Saturday my roommates and I decided to Paris and do some typically touristy things we hadn't done yet and this turned out to be the day I was able to check a few things off my Paris checklist. We wanted to avoid the HUMUNGOUS queue in front of the Eiffel Tower so we decided to meet there as early as possible. T was going to be there with her boyfriend D. E and I took the 8 AM train out of Verneuil and reached Paris at 9. We grabbed a hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin and then went on to take the metro to go to the Eiffel Tower. Turned out that, that day, Paris had decided to make all public transport free to acess! Three euros to buy a crêpe!
The entire week before Saturday was beautiful with some warm sunshine, even Normandy, so known for its horrible weather, felt like Spain. Saturday however started out to be a foggy day. E and I got off the Bir Hakkim stop and started walking towards the tower and fog hid the top. It felt good as ever to see the tower, though. I remember walking out of the same stop towards the tower in October, my first time looking at it and how it felt so... 'Finally!'
T and D were already going up the tower. E and I just joined the queue. We went all the way up in a few minutes, and needles to say the view from there was spectacular. Had it been just me I would have spent the entire day just sitting around and looking at all the cool Paris landmarks, naming them and trying to save a picture of them all in my head. Wonder why they call them 'les Bateaux Mouches' they didn't look like flies swimming on the Seine. We took a lot of pictures, but none of them captured the entire story, let alone do jutice to the place or to my face.
I wore that nice kurti and I had to take my jerkin off everytime I posed for a picture. It was annoying but I don't look like a boulder in all the pictures atleast.
We had lunch at a mexican restaurant, I had three different kinds of Tacos, all with chicken in them. Then we walked around Paris, walked through the Jadin du Luxembourg. Twas huge, with beautiful cherry blossoms and trimmed trees and cool green lawns. Kids were riding cute little ponies. D and T made out and I wondered what it was like to walk around this beautiful city arms linked with the man you love. It must be a warm feeling.
We then walked past the Odeon, just outside the building there was a poster advertising 'Cyrano de Bergerac' with nothing but the picture of a nose. I wondered what it would be like to go and watch the play being performed, I guess I would cry like a baby and embarrass myself. What does it feel like to live in Paris and take the metro to watch a live performance of a classic?
We then walked to Notre Dame; I just had to stand in front and look at the building for a while. it brought back memories of New Years eve. T and D waited outside for me while I went inside Shakespeare and co, this bookshop that droppped out of heaven. It was warm, cozy and reminded me of my image of the Gryffindor common room. They had cozy vintage chairs and they had typewriters all over. The ground floor was the bookshop and th first floor was their private library. The walls were all covered with what looked like tapestry. I came back downstais and told T and D that I wanted to spend more time here and that they could leave if they wanted to. My train was at 7.55 pm and I had another three hours to go. They had another train to catch earlier.
D then insisted we go eat the famous Berthillon ice cream, T joined in and I wondered what this was about 'cos I had never heard of this thing. So we walked across the 'love lock bridge'. It was GREAT, it was worth the walk , it was even worth the time I spent away from Shakespeares. I had a double cone with 'Caramel au beurre salé' and chocolate. Thats when I parted ways with T and D. I walked by the tiny bookshops across the Seine and went back to Shakespeare. Not sure how long I sat there but I bought TFIOS paperback and walked outside.
Walked through the Quartier Latin and decided to go to Saravana Bhavan and check one important item off my checklist. Called S and asked her if she could join me. She said she could. It was fun, eating at HSB, Paris. The dosa wasnt too good but I won't complain.
Climb up the Eiffel tower
Make a purchase at Shakespeares
Eat at Saravana Bhavan
All done in one day.
The entire week before Saturday was beautiful with some warm sunshine, even Normandy, so known for its horrible weather, felt like Spain. Saturday however started out to be a foggy day. E and I got off the Bir Hakkim stop and started walking towards the tower and fog hid the top. It felt good as ever to see the tower, though. I remember walking out of the same stop towards the tower in October, my first time looking at it and how it felt so... 'Finally!'
T and D were already going up the tower. E and I just joined the queue. We went all the way up in a few minutes, and needles to say the view from there was spectacular. Had it been just me I would have spent the entire day just sitting around and looking at all the cool Paris landmarks, naming them and trying to save a picture of them all in my head. Wonder why they call them 'les Bateaux Mouches' they didn't look like flies swimming on the Seine. We took a lot of pictures, but none of them captured the entire story, let alone do jutice to the place or to my face.
I wore that nice kurti and I had to take my jerkin off everytime I posed for a picture. It was annoying but I don't look like a boulder in all the pictures atleast.
We had lunch at a mexican restaurant, I had three different kinds of Tacos, all with chicken in them. Then we walked around Paris, walked through the Jadin du Luxembourg. Twas huge, with beautiful cherry blossoms and trimmed trees and cool green lawns. Kids were riding cute little ponies. D and T made out and I wondered what it was like to walk around this beautiful city arms linked with the man you love. It must be a warm feeling.
We then walked past the Odeon, just outside the building there was a poster advertising 'Cyrano de Bergerac' with nothing but the picture of a nose. I wondered what it would be like to go and watch the play being performed, I guess I would cry like a baby and embarrass myself. What does it feel like to live in Paris and take the metro to watch a live performance of a classic?
We then walked to Notre Dame; I just had to stand in front and look at the building for a while. it brought back memories of New Years eve. T and D waited outside for me while I went inside Shakespeare and co, this bookshop that droppped out of heaven. It was warm, cozy and reminded me of my image of the Gryffindor common room. They had cozy vintage chairs and they had typewriters all over. The ground floor was the bookshop and th first floor was their private library. The walls were all covered with what looked like tapestry. I came back downstais and told T and D that I wanted to spend more time here and that they could leave if they wanted to. My train was at 7.55 pm and I had another three hours to go. They had another train to catch earlier.
D then insisted we go eat the famous Berthillon ice cream, T joined in and I wondered what this was about 'cos I had never heard of this thing. So we walked across the 'love lock bridge'. It was GREAT, it was worth the walk , it was even worth the time I spent away from Shakespeares. I had a double cone with 'Caramel au beurre salé' and chocolate. Thats when I parted ways with T and D. I walked by the tiny bookshops across the Seine and went back to Shakespeare. Not sure how long I sat there but I bought TFIOS paperback and walked outside.
Walked through the Quartier Latin and decided to go to Saravana Bhavan and check one important item off my checklist. Called S and asked her if she could join me. She said she could. It was fun, eating at HSB, Paris. The dosa wasnt too good but I won't complain.
Climb up the Eiffel tower
Make a purchase at Shakespeares
Eat at Saravana Bhavan
All done in one day.
