Skip to main content

A Paris Interlude

A slice of Paris

Two things struck me about Paris when I walked with slight trepidation and excitement, out of the huge, bright Charles De Gaulle airport in May.

1. Parisians seemed to be in a hurry. Not one local could be caught strolling or God forbid, lounging. Even the tourists seemed obligated to hurry a bit. One such tourist being me, of course. No sooner did I sigh and place my heavy backpack onto the escalator that I heard a soft "Pardon" behind me. I turned to see a polite yet impatient local, looking beyond me at the remaining part of the escalator, as if assessing her chances of jumping over me and continuing without a break.

This reminded me very much of our bike riders in Chennai's streets. They think it anathema to apply breaks while zipping through traffic, even if it means cutting into other's path or knocking side mirrors of other vehicles.

So I quickly moved to the right and watched the purposeful stride of the woman who did not seem to believe that escalators are meant to bear inert bodies up. No wonder the locals looked so fit.

2. Another thing that was obvious, immediately for me, was how nice they were. Of course there are the usual expectations while in Europe - no jostling, no invasion of private space, no staring, no loud talking, no spitting etc. But I am not talking about just this type of politeness, people seemed nice, which was quite surprising for me as I had half expected the French to be snooty and rude. Thankfully we didn't experience any of that anywhere in Paris.

There was a girl who didn't think twice about picking up an 8-year old and placing her near her mother, thereby saving her from getting left out at the station. A bus captain who not only let us know when we neared the Galeries Lafayette but who also made sure we walked to the right place without getting lost, all the while keeping a hawk's eye on us, the passersby who stopped and took time to give us directions in spite of our atrocious pronunciation and of course...the hurry they were in, the shop assistants who greeted people with cheerful smiles and a breezy Bonjour, and generally all the helpful people we met. It was amazing.

These two factors were what made Paris attractive to me and S. The city itself reminded me of the better part of Mumbai, India and once that thought lodged itself in my mind, I simply couldn't look beyond that. I think I am more a countryside person. I would probably have more to gush if our trip was to places outside Paris. Here, in the heart of Paris, watching people hurry, I couldn't really get a feel of the place. I didn't understand the pull of Paris, and it's strong hold as the Number 1 tourist destination in the world. I know...you need to slipper me. But this doesn’t mean I did not like Paris, of course I did. Only, that I liked it say, lesser than Belgium.

However, the city had its moments, very much like the two factors which attracted me about Paris. Here are a few snippets of my thoughts during our stay.

The City

The city is beautiful. The satellite picture shows a nice round pizza shaped city with clear, precise plans like arrondissements 1, 2, 3…to 20. Paris also has amazing connectivity. While S and I were doing our research on where to stay (we wanted somewhere affordable and also not too far from the city) we found that we had to compromise on any one of our requirements. After seeing Paris’s comprehensive underground metro system and excellent bus services we decided to stay in Montrueil in Franck’s B&B. Franck was one of the best things that happened for us in Paris. He was a very hospitable and helpful host, who trustingly left the house in our care. We had found him on Airbnb, as also others who hosted us in other countries.
Orderly and beautiful - that's Paris for you

The city is so well connected that we didn't even book a tour to Versailles, taking instead two trains. Directions, timings, everything was available on Google Map. I don't know what we'd do without Google map. Oh wait...of course I know. But that would have to wait till I blog about Belgium.

Moving About

We picked up a carnet of tickets, ten tickets for 12.50 euros, from the many vending machines that dot the station and used it extensively during our stay there. A ticket allows you to use the Metro to get to your destination, using connecting trains within the city limits, but is invalid once you leave the station. It could also be used on buses and other public transport. The carnet however could not be shared by people. Each of us had to have a set. It was still a cheap way of moving about. You could get more info from this nice blog here: http://www.parislogue.com/planning-a-trip/how-to-use-public-transportation-in-paris.html


Sights and Sounds

Paris is synonymous with the Eiffel Tower. People have waxed eloquent about its structure and engineering complexities. And though it figured in my snaps from Day 1, I was not really aware of it. In fact S had to point it out to me and I gasped a little belatedly. How could I forget the Eiffel tower? I had expected to be blown away by the monument, but nothing happened in that muscle we call ‘heart’. However, when we visited it on the third day of our stay, I got all dewy eyed and wistful. The place seemed to get to me or was it the people? There were so many: young, old, romantic, prosaic, fat, thin, of different ethnic groups…you name it they were all there. And everybody was waiting patiently in queue to get in to the Eiffel Tower. There was an air of quite excitement and romance about it. This was also the first place where I saw such a huge congregation of fellow Indians.

The sun glints off the River Seine. I couldn't have asked for more.























Some of our best shots of Paris were taken from atop the Eiffel Tower, though from the second level. We did not feel like going all the way to the top, as it looked cloudy and there was already a fine drizzle about us. And true to expectations it poured rain just as we wrapped up our visit. It was so cold and no hot coffee or hot crepes could warm our blood. We were so glad that we weren't caught on the very top of the Tower.  
And then the rain bearing clouds march across the sky, causing a delightful play of light and shade















Other nice places to see are the Jardin Tuilieries, Sacre Coeur, Notre Dame Cathedral, the Rue di Rivoli to name a few. My friend P, who had made a trip earlier, also tried a couple of unique Parisian stuff. If you have the time and inclination, you could try the below experiences.





One up-coming landmark in Paris - the 'Lock' bridge. Locals are still making up their mind to hate or love it.


You could chance upon a street act

Or catch a lone musician playing a tune

Or just lounge on the sturdy chairs in the parks and watch the world go by










































Though it was not peak season, there was considerable crowd everywhere, mostly in the museums. I had decided to see only 3 museums during our stay in Paris, as we were visiting other places in Europe. The first of course, is the mother of all museums – the Louvre. What a colossal, awe-inspiring abode it was of all the masters, Leonardo Da Vinci, Eugene Delacroix, Vermeer, Rembrandt etc. I had not booked the tickets online, but followed P’s advice and went down to the shops in the basement and got tickets quite easily.

The best feature of Louvre is perhaps its undoing too. There are so many people about, jostling for space to take snaps of all masterpieces, that there is absolutely no hope of quiet contemplation of a masterpiece or even admire any to heart's content. So much so that when I went into the room where Mona Lisa was housed and saw the crowd in front of her, I promptly lost interest. I had seen enough close ups of her on the internet, so I turned 180 degree and lost myself in the massive Rembrandt.

It is best to visit Louvre early in the morning, and still you’d need a whole day, if you are quite an art enthusiast. There’s so much to see in the museum which also houses excellent marble statues too.  There are four floors, having many departments and is very confusing for a first time visitor. I had armed myself with an audio guide but though it was an excellent tool to know the story behind the paintings, it proved to be of little use for me to chart a course and stick to it. It would be a good idea to mark the paintings and art works that you’d absolutely love to see and not get distracted too much by the amazing work lining the walls of the museum.

This link should help plan a visit to this landmark museum with minimum fuss.

The other museum which I liked was the Musee D'Orsay. Known for being built in a railway station and housing mainly French art, this museum was where I first saw Van Gogh's paintings and Monet’s Lilies. I had already read extensively about Van Gogh as I was also visiting Holland, so it was with great expectations that I visited this museum. There were quite a few of his works along with another artist’s which I enjoyed – Alfred Sisely. I was so taken up with his depiction of various landscapes, that I even picked up a print of his.
The queue at Musee D'Orsay

Another reason why this museum is close to my heart is because we got a free entry that day. I don't know if it is a regular phenomenon in this museum or if it was due to the rains, but after waiting for almost an hour in the queue with depleting hopes of gaining entry, S and I were pleasantly surprised to be one of the first to be sent in without a ticket in to the museum. The only catch is that we had to visit the museum in a hurry as it was closing time. I managed to see many good works and would've loved to linger a bit, but as the saying goes...there are no free lunches. :-)

The Seine river cruise:
Paris at night

When S and I walked into the Bateaux Mouches office along the quay one morning of our stay, to book an evening cruise on the River Seine, we didn't dream it would end with us having an unforgettable experience. Oh the cruise itself was nothing much to write home about. As the river had risen, they had left out Notre Dame in the route and there was no open top seating. We persevered. And after a rather long day of sightseeing when we started walking back to the quay we forgot where the office was. S who has very good navigational skills was stumped. We had to cross at least five bridges multiple times and walk up and down jauntily initially but miserably later as rain pounded on us mercilessly. Suffice it to say that when we did get on to that cruise with legs that threatened to give away any moment, we couldn't summon enough enthusiasm to see the very same landmarks which we saw while walking. Later, in the comfort of our room, we laughed as we remembered the tedious evening. But the cruise was clearly overshadowed by this experience.

And last but not the least, Eating:

I guess the first things on my list would be all things sweet and sugary. I simply love pastries and desserts. And like a bee flitting from one flower to the other, I used to get in to some joint or the other looking for a pastry to send me to Nirvana. There are the quintessential eclairs, chocolate croissants, pain au chocolate, soft, powdery, complicated macaroons are all laid in alluring order in patisseries to make your purse lighter. But whose complaining. 
A simple, sumptuous lunch, on the go

Paris seems to have embraced ethnic cuisine, like Brits and their curry. Where ever we went there were many shops selling Thai, Chinese, Moroccan and Arabic (can I even call it that?) food. S, who between the two of us was going to miss Indian food more, was very happy. He found it hard to survive on meat and bread for all of our stay and these restaurants provided a good alternative for a non-adventurous foodie. Our favorite was a shawarma joint in Montreuil,where we filled our stomachs with a huge plate of pita bread crammed with chicken and veggies, served with frites and hot sauces for Madame and Monsieur. Yumm. Sometimes, we'd try a Thai restaurant where you are billed by the weight of the items selected. An excellent dinner option. 

Of course there is so much to try of the local cuisine, which P, would vouch for as she pleasantly discovered on a Champagne tour where two of her weaknesses - wine and food were mated to give her an unforgettable experience.

And I shall leave you with a few do's while in Paris:

Do remember:

1.     To pick up your carnet and enjoy your transport around the city.
2.     To book tickets online for all those places of interest that would otherwise be crowded and take a print out of the ticket before getting there.
3.     To keep an eye on your budget. Food, lodging and shopping is expensive here. It’d be a better idea to mark a budget for the day and stick by it come what may.
4.     To taste the yummy macaroons and desserts in any of the little cafes or bakery.
5.     To carry good rain gear as the weather is so fickle there; one minute it is sunshine and suddenly you are soaked.
6.     To make an effort while dressing. Parisians dress well and they do give you a once over when they are not hurrying about like rabbits. They wore well-fitted jeans and tops and matched it with tasteful scarves and trendy jackets, on all the days that it rained.
7.     Try any one show. I regret not having attended either Lido or Moulin Rouge. As an Indian, I shouldn’t have gotten swayed by the unfavorable reviews on the internet, as with all due respect, our shows are not too outstanding either. Next time.
8.     Sandwiches are good and cheap here. You can pick one on the go from the myriad Carrefour shops, along with a bottle of wine, and you are set for lunch.
9.     To learn a bit of the local language. This is specifically for us Indians, as we don't get much opportunity to learn an International language other than English of course. I noticed a couple of Indians who were un-aware of the culture there. Not bothering with a ‘bonjour’ or even a ‘thank you’ or ‘merci’. I think it is important to shun the idea that being a tourist one can get away with any behaviour and rather adopt the principle of trying to make an effort for the locals.
10. Rue Rivoli is a nice place to pick up souvenirs. Many were tasteful and were available at competitive prices.

So pick your poison, pick your experience, but don't forget the classics. Paris, I realize now after 3 months, is like an onion (ahem), the outer covering is what most of us tend to see on our first visits; to experience the other layers more visits are called for. Ahem...let me see if this argument holds good with S.


Au revoir! A la prochaine J

Comments

Priyanthi said…
Lovely and informative.... I especially agree with your point about making an effort to learn a few phrases of the local language. I've seen that the locals always appreciate your efforts, clumsy as they might be.
Jerina J said…
@Priya: Thanks P! :-) Your links were very helpful! There's loads to write about the place and every bit of info helps.
Anita said…
Nice write up! You seem to have done a lot of good stuff. Don't worry about having missed the show. I really did not find them particularly great!

Popular posts from this blog

War - Coolness Overload

War turned out to be one of the very few Hindi movies that I got to catch within the first week of its realease. It is also one of the very few movies that I have watched without reading the reviews. And it was truly the only one Hindi movie that I have watched in a night show: the movie started at 10:40pm and got over at 2:00 am. It tells a lot about a movie that could keep me awake through out without even a yawn. The only times I opened my mouth was when my jaw dropped. That happened on many occasions I confess, what with the incredible single shot fights on land, in water, in the air and on ice alongwith the minor detail of these jaw dropping stunts being performed by a grizzled, muscled, chiseled, sculpted, edible, incredibly high on testosterone Hrithik Roshan and his puppy cute counterpart Tiger Shroff. Be still my heart This post is not a review of the movie. Nope, you have probably seen the two, two and a half starred reviews online. There are reviews that have thrashed

Nature's Green Thumb - Kotagiri

So true When Sharan warned us that we had a ten minute walk from the road to reach his guest house in Hadathorai, Kotagiri, I was quite sure that he was exaggerating. The pictures he had posted did not evoke much confidence in me. They were predominantly of his wild garden and of the beautiful mountains around, but hardly of any of the bedrooms or bathrooms in the homestay. A ten minute walk to his guest house? Who was he kidding? Either this place was going to be a hole in the wall, I thought or it was going to be one hell of an experience. At the back of my mind though, I had some confidence in S’s choice of this place. He had a knack of picking up homestays and guest houses that were quaint/comfortable/superb and available for a song. This, he had picked up from Airbnb A magic of colours - Kotagiri So when we drove from Chennai, via Avinashi and picked up 50-something Sukumar, the guy taking care of the place, from the Kotagiri bus stand, I got th

Nagarhole National Park

I know my first post of the new year has been 24 days into the month, but I am just back from one of my first trips (of hopefully many) in 2019. A dear friend had got us booked in a forest guest house at Nagarhole National Park or Rajiv Gandhi Tiger Reserve and we friends just grabbed the opportunity without a moment's thought. The road leading from Hunsur through the forest I love going to such off beat places as the experiences are different and the crowd is less. My Kotagiri blog post is one of the most read posts here, and Nagarhole is as wild and beautiful perhaps even more than Kotagiri. We are talking about a real forest here. It is the real deal. And like all good things, it is kind of hard to experience. The dark, misty forest Nagarhole National Park is home to one of the most vulnerable species of animals in the world right now - the magnificent Tiger. Statistics show that there are very few tigers in the world. You may be sure that a good number of those