Everybody I have met who has been in Paris has always said to me how wonderful Paris is and how inspiring it is and how free the French is etc. etc.
Well, when we arrived in Paris, eventually, after a 3 hour train trip, and another 2 hours by metro (the queues were very long to get tickets!) we was greeted by a shortish darkish young guy in tight jeans and shirt, short shaven hair and expensive looking sunglasses on his head. " Are you Pulsur?" I thought I would embrace him in relief, but was weary why he knew the name. Thank God he was not a con, but our landlord for the next 3 days!
So we proceeded to our Parisian apartment, which was another 5 flights of stairs up. We plonked ourselves on his leather coach, the kids promptly switching the tv on to look for anything that looked remotely like Boomerang or Nickelodeon. The second day we find ourselves looking for bus stops. They were plenty around, just not the numbers we wanted! It was 28 degrees and the Eiffel tower was beckoning and playing hide and seek between the tall apartment buildings. Ethan led the way. More queues, more people...but hey this is Paris! Come on! My husband wanted to take a picture at the top of the ministry of defense. I decided to meet them there, cause by this time my back was aching! And as I made my way up the little hill a sight greeted me that relaxed everything on the inside. People were swimming in the fountains!
What a sight! As the fountains greeted us, my kids promptly jumped in! "Only the French will allow this", I thought. And of course the little twiddle had to try the icy waters as well. So by the time Dad joined us, we were in and out several times. And then the ballerina followed! They could have stayed there forever!
That evening, after safely finding our way back home, via Metro this time, we had expensive burgers across the road and then continued up the winding stairs, where we happily retired. And then the request: "daddy, can I please see the Eiffel Tower at night?" Off she went with her dad and walked the Champs Elysees, seeing the city lights as well as the Eiffel Tower winking from afar! She was hooked! Forever.
The next day, we took it easy and made our way to Notre Dame. I cried the moment we stepped into this ornate historical church. Joan of Arc caught my attention...we salute you, Madame! We are living temples of God not made by hands. We have this glory in our earthen vessels. If the beauty of this church so much takes our breath away, how much more glorious is His Bride?
The pigeons were French too: they ate Brie Cheese and Baguette bread!
My conclusion after the boat trip on the Sienne, the two manned restaurant around the corner from the Notre Dame, the baguette & brie breakfasts, the traffic, the Metro, the art, the art , the art......Je'taime Paris!
Well, when we arrived in Paris, eventually, after a 3 hour train trip, and another 2 hours by metro (the queues were very long to get tickets!) we was greeted by a shortish darkish young guy in tight jeans and shirt, short shaven hair and expensive looking sunglasses on his head. " Are you Pulsur?" I thought I would embrace him in relief, but was weary why he knew the name. Thank God he was not a con, but our landlord for the next 3 days!
So we proceeded to our Parisian apartment, which was another 5 flights of stairs up. We plonked ourselves on his leather coach, the kids promptly switching the tv on to look for anything that looked remotely like Boomerang or Nickelodeon. The second day we find ourselves looking for bus stops. They were plenty around, just not the numbers we wanted! It was 28 degrees and the Eiffel tower was beckoning and playing hide and seek between the tall apartment buildings. Ethan led the way. More queues, more people...but hey this is Paris! Come on! My husband wanted to take a picture at the top of the ministry of defense. I decided to meet them there, cause by this time my back was aching! And as I made my way up the little hill a sight greeted me that relaxed everything on the inside. People were swimming in the fountains!
What a sight! As the fountains greeted us, my kids promptly jumped in! "Only the French will allow this", I thought. And of course the little twiddle had to try the icy waters as well. So by the time Dad joined us, we were in and out several times. And then the ballerina followed! They could have stayed there forever!
That evening, after safely finding our way back home, via Metro this time, we had expensive burgers across the road and then continued up the winding stairs, where we happily retired. And then the request: "daddy, can I please see the Eiffel Tower at night?" Off she went with her dad and walked the Champs Elysees, seeing the city lights as well as the Eiffel Tower winking from afar! She was hooked! Forever.
The next day, we took it easy and made our way to Notre Dame. I cried the moment we stepped into this ornate historical church. Joan of Arc caught my attention...we salute you, Madame! We are living temples of God not made by hands. We have this glory in our earthen vessels. If the beauty of this church so much takes our breath away, how much more glorious is His Bride?
The pigeons were French too: they ate Brie Cheese and Baguette bread!
My conclusion after the boat trip on the Sienne, the two manned restaurant around the corner from the Notre Dame, the baguette & brie breakfasts, the traffic, the Metro, the art, the art , the art......Je'taime Paris!
