Vacation
with Mom, Part 2: Paris
(August
21 - September 7, 1999)
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The train ride to Paris was long, six hours, but a nice ride. We
had a compartment with 6 seats in it. There was a guy and a woman
in it
when we arrived. We had reserved seats, but the other two just
had first
class reservations, but no specific seats. The woman realized
there was
only one man in the next compartment, so she moved in there. That
made it very
comfortable with four people in a 6 seat compartment. The guy
mostly slept or
read, and occasionally engaged in conversation. Mom is very
friendly and I was waiting for
mom to
invite him to visit her in Florida as she had a few other folks she has
met on this
trip. The compartment even had a power supply, so I worked on the
Germany
section of the 'Vacations with Mom' travelogue en route.
We arrived in Paris a little late (trains aren't as great as in Japan),
got the luggage, got a taxi and headed to the hotel. The driver
didn't
know where it was, but I was able to direct him to the general
area. When he
got close, I told him I had the phone number, so he called the hotel on
his cell
phone and we were about 4 blocks away. We checked in, got keys,
and went to
the rooms.
They say ownership is 9/10 of the law. It's true. We found
out how true that was as we got to our rooms. You see, I didn't
bother to check out
the rooms before giving mom her key. I found the hotel via
research on the
web and decided on the Oscar Wilde Suite in the Hotel Louvre Marsollier
Opera. We like to stay in the area of the old Opera because it is
pretty much
centrally located to lots of the sites we like to visit in Paris.
This
hotel was a few blocks off of the L'avenue de l'Opera in a quiet
neighborhood.
The price was right for Paris and the 'suite', also referred to as the
Family Suite, consisted of two separate rooms. One room was a
good size with a
queen size bed, an extra single bed, a small table and desk. The
other room
was smaller and had two TWIN beds pushed together, a desk. Each
room had a
bathroom. It would have been fine for one person. I managed
to give mom the
'wrong' key and realized it after we got into the rooms. You
probably see where
this is going, right? There was no way mom was going to give up
the 'big' room
for the smaller room. As I said, ownership is 9/10 of the law and
mom
owned the key to the room in which she had already put her
suitcase. You can see
the hotel at http://www.hotellouvremarsollier.com/.
There's another saying that says "if momma's happy, then everyone is
happy". There were TWO mommas on this trip and there was risk
that one of them
was going to be unhappy with the situation. However, Diane said
she
had no problem staying in the smaller room for the six nights, and it
would be good
practice for living in an RV for the next several years. There
was,
however, one small problem. Sometimes, twin beds are pushed
together with a large
mattress cover to make it one big bed with big bed sheets and
blankets. In this
case, these were twin beds that were made up as twin beds with covers
tightly
tucked under each bed's mattress. Got the picture?
Mom had gotten spoiled by the Marriott in Sindelfingen. The room
in Paris, although a good size, was NOT a Marriott, although the price
was about
the same. The bathroom was tiny, which was more of a problem for
Diane and I than for her. Mom is, after all, just 4' 11 1/2" tall
(mom always
makes sure that the "1/2" is mentioned when her height is
divulged). Diane and I
have stayed in small accommodations before, and we knew that small
rooms were the
norm in Europe. The building was very old and the connection to
Oscar
Wilde is that he stayed there in 1899. The elevator held two
persons maximum, but
that also is not so unusual. We experienced that in the Milan
area back in
1994 when I worked there for a month. I guess I would say the
hotel was
quaint. There are hundreds of these types of hotels in Paris and,
unless you win a
lottery, or inherit lots of money, this is where you stay when visiting
Paris. Mom got used to the hotel as the days passed.
Continental breakfast was
included in the price of the room, so we ate there every day before
starting out
for the day.
After we checked in, we headed to the Champs Elysee and did dinner
outside at one of the restaurants on the street. Mom seemed to
enjoy it, but I wasn't sure. It turned out that she had
this image of Paris in her head from movies (e.g., those with Maurice
Chevalier) and was looking for that
picture. We went to the Place de la Concorde on the way
back to the hotel. From there
you can see the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, Les Invalides, and
the Place de
la Concorde all lit up marvelously. Its one of my favorite places
to
go
to on the planet. We took a metro back to the hotel and called it
a day.
On Sunday we decided to do mass at Sacre Coeur and hoped it would be a
high mass. It wasn't. But we stuck around for the beginning
of
the high mass just to hear the choir of nuns sing some hymns. Mom
liked that a
lot. After mass, we went to the Place du Tertre in Monmartre to
take in the sites and
get something to eat. It was here on the side streets that mom
found the image of
Paris
she had in her head. We had great crepes for brunch, along with
tea and
cappuccino.
The goal for Sunday was to see the Eiffel Tower up close. This is
the reason mom wanted to come to Paris. So we took a metro to the
area of
the Trocadero, which is across the river from the tower. On the
way to the
metro, we took mom into the Pigalle area of Paris, which is near
Montmartre. It is
where the Moulin Rouge is located. I don't think she expected to
see what
she saw there. You see, Pigalle has lots of sex shops and peep
shows, as
well as the Moulin Rouge, and some of the ads on the shop fronts are
pretty
explicit. Some of the shops were even open for business, even by
mid-day on a
Sunday. We were walking in the median that went up the
street. I was walking up
in front of mom and Diane when some guy crossed the street to the
median and tried
to engage me in conversation. What he saw was one guy, walking
alone, with a camera, in Pigalle. Was I advertising 'tourist', or
what?
It took me a few seconds to figure out he was trying to talk me into
going into his sex
shop to watch a show.
We got to Trocadero only to find the plaza area closed. Several
of the top tourist spots are covered or closed because they are
cleaning
everything up for the big Y2K celebration. Actually, next year
would be the better
year to go to Europe since everything will be clean and restored.
So we made
our way around the buildings to the other side so we could see the
great fountain in
front of the tower. This fountain takes about an hour to complete
its
cycle and have all of the water spouts going, including the 20 water
cannons. When
everything is going, it's a beautiful site. Diane and I had seen
it several
times.
And there it was, the Eiffel Tower, up close. Mom took lots of
pictures and we took the obligatory pictures of her in front of the
tower. She
really enjoyed this site and I think it was everything she thought it
would be.
We sat for a while to enjoy the view before heading down under the
tower. The
lines were too long to go into the tower, and mom said she wasn't
interested in
going up anyway since she doesn't like heights. So we headed back
towards
the hotel and made a stop at the Pont de l'Alma. It was here in
1997 that Diana
had her accident that horrible night. Diane and I were in Paris
on
vacation that evening, and had even been in the area about 45 minutes
before the
accident. However, we went back to the hotel around midnight,
went to bed, and
didn't hear about the accident until we woke up and put on CNN.
It was
quite a shock. We visited the Pont de l'Alma then and there was
lots of
activity, including a crew from Entertainment Tonight doing a
piece. This
time it was still crowded and people continue to leave letters, card,
poems,
flowers. It's a sad place.
My former manager, Sue, is on assignment in Paris now and we wanted to
hook
up with her and her husband for a visit. She had called the hotel
the
evening we were out, and she said she would call again Sunday
morning.
Unfortunately, we would be gone and she didn't leave a phone
number. She did call again
and left a cell phone number. So I called and they were not too
far from the
Opera area. So, instead of taking a break, we put shoes back on
and headed to the
Cafe de la Paix for a short visit. Turns out she and Pete were
heading
off to
vacation in the south of France the next morning. We had a short,
but nice,
visit. Sue and Pete had to head home to finish packing, so they
didn't have enough
time to join us for dinner. Since it was now 6 PM, we decided to
just go
to dinner, so we went across the street and ate outside at Chez Clement.
The two hotels that I have stayed at when I worked in Paris were across
the street. One was the Scribe, the other the Grand (under which
is
the Cafe de la Paix). Both are 5 star hotels that you stay at if
you have lots
of money, or the company is paying. Even with a corporate rate,
it is pretty
expensive. We took mom into both lobbies to check them out.
The Grand has a
great ballroom that must be seen to be believed and we took mom to see
that,
too. We headed back to the hotel to call it a day. I have
to say that mom sure
has a lot of energy for 76 years old.
Monday the ladies went shopping at Printemps and Galleries Lafayette, a
couple of department stores near the Opera. I was not able to get
money
when we arrived in Paris on Saturday, nor on Sunday. It appeared
to be a
network problem with AMEX. I was finally able to get francs at
the AMEX
office on Monday morning. We bought tickets for the on/off bus
that tours
the city. You can get on and off over a 24 or 48 hour
period. We opted for the
48 hours, at least that's what we thought. However, none of us
read the fine
print that
said the ticket was good for two CONSECUTIVE days. We were used
to the London on/off bus that gives you 24 hours from time you buy the
ticket.
This ended up being a rather embarrassing situation on Wednesday.
We went to Sainte Chapelle first and mom was impressed with the stained
glass in the upper chapel. This church is part of the buildings
of the
Palais de Justice (once the royal palace) on the
Île-de-la-Cité. It was built in the 1240s for Louis
IX (St. Louis) to enshrine the Crown of Thorns and
other sacred relics brought back from the Crusades. It was restored in
the 19th
century and is now a museum. It consists of two chapels, one
above the other,
and a spire. A winding staircase leads from the painted and gilded
lower chapel to
the upper chapel, which is really why one goes to visit this
monument. It
is spacious and has 15 huge stained glass windows, separated only by
thin framing
reaching nearly from floor to ceiling. Here is a url for
Sainte
Chapelle with photos:
http://www.parisdigest.com/monument/sainte-chapelle-interior.htm
When we finished our visit of Sainte Chapelle, we went over to Notre
Dame which is a couple of blocks away. Mom wasn't actually that
impressed
with it. She brought a lot of expectations with her on this trip
based on what she'd
seen in movies and magazines. That's always dangerous because it
may not
be possible to find exactly what you see in those media. Luckily,
as we sat
eating brunch in Montmartre on Sunday morning, she said that was what
she envisioned
Paris to be like. I'm not sure what she expected from Notre Dame,
but it
didn't meet her expectations. Maybe she was looking for Charles
Laughton (the Hunchback of Notre Dame)? ;-) We reboarded
the tour bus and were going to
go to the Arc de triomphe, but
it was getting late afternoon (we got a late start), so we decided to
get off
at the Madeleine stop and visit that unusual church. It doesn't
look at
all like a church from the outside. It has rows of columns and
looks more
like a Greek temple than a Christian church. The inside is rather
dark and
gloomy, but spacious. The only natural light comes from three
small domes as
there are no windows. It was completed in 1842.
By now, there were three tired people, so we decided it was time to
think about dinner and call it a day. We ate at La Taverne near
the Opera and
then went back to the hotel for the night.
On Tuesday, we got a somewhat earlier start (about 10....feels good to
sleep in after the early mornings in Germany to get up to drive to
places). We went to visit the inside of the Opera, which is quite
plush. The Opera is
housed in the Palais Garnier and is the thirteenth theater to house the
Paris
Opera since it was founded by Louis XIV in 1669. It was built on
the orders
of Napoleon III as part of the Parisian reconstruction project carried
out by Baron
Haussmann. It took 15 years to complete the construction of the
Palais Garnier
(1860 to 1875). The project was interrupted several times during
this time frame by events such as the 1870 war and fall of the French
Empire. It was finally completed in January 1875.
After visiting the Opera, we boarded the tour bus to go to see the
Pantheon, a monument to the French Revolution. Some famous people
are buried
in the crypt - Rousseau, Voltaire, Madam Curie, Victor Hugo, Emile
Zola. After
that, we went towards Notre Dame and had lunch at a place Diane and I
sat for
breakfast after mass one Sunday in 1996 when I was working here.
Then we boarded the bus again and headed for the Arc de Triomphe.
Unfortunately, the only way to the top was via the 284 stairs.
Diane and I had done that on our vacation in 1997, but mom was not
about to attempt
that feat. So we passed and reboarded the bus to complete the
loop of the tour,
which went by the Invalides, where Napoleon is buried, a visit
scheduled for
Wednesday.
We had dinner at Bistro Romain, the one near the Opera that we (my
team) have eaten at many times. For the first time in my 10 weeks
of
visiting Paris, we experienced a very rude French waiter. He
was a young guy and
was probably what people think of when they say the French are
rude. This was
unfortunate because it gave mom an incorrect impression. Diane
and I
explained that this was not the norm. Mom being mom, she would
shoot this guy 'the
look' and finally got around to asking him if he got up on the wrong
side of the
bed that morning. Good old mom.
We wanted to take a night boat ride on the Seine and it was a nice
evening, so we decided to do it. We took the metro to Pont Neuf
and got a
boat from there. There are lots of boats roaming the river day
and
night. We got there early because Diane had her sites set on a
front seat, so I was able to
get nice video of the sunset from the point on Ile de Cite. Diane
got
her front seats. As we waited for the trip to start, I sat on a
bench in a
small park near the dock to video a beautiful sunset. It was a
one hour ride
and was very nice. The highlight, of course, was being right up
under the
Eiffel Tower all lit up. What a marvelous site. As we
headed back towards
the dock, we could see Notre Dame, which also looked great with its
facade shining bright
in the lights. Along the banks of the Seine were many people
walking
along, or couples just sitting on benches or the wall, some talking,
some being romantic. We also saw a few groups of people dancing,
one to
raggae type music, another group to tango music.
I asked mom how she was enjoying her trip and she said it was good but
the time was going by too fast. I figured this trip would either
turn her
off to travel or she'd want to know when we were going again. I
think it may be
the latter. She wants to go back to Hawaii. She and my dad
and a couple of
aunts and uncles went there about 30 years ago and she'd like to go
back.
So she not so subtlety asked me if we were going to go to Hawaii next
year. I
know what that meant. No, we have no plans to go to Hawaii next
year. I'm
still sort of semi obsessed with doing the Budapest, Vienna, Prague
trip that has
been on my mind for the past couple of years. There is a Marriott
in each of
those cities. :-)
We figured we had until 3 PM on Wednesday to use the tour bus
tickets. It actually expired on Tuesday evening, although I asked
one of the
drivers and he said it was for 48 hours. We boarded a bus on
Wednesday morning
and the driver gave us a hard time about the ticket and said it was not
valid
anymore. I pleaded my case and asked him to call his office for a
reading on the situation. He did not speak much English and
seemed to indicate
that everything was OK, so Diane and I went back upstairs (mom didn't
like
the upstairs uncovered portion of the bus and stayed downstairs).
At
the next stop, he comes upstairs and tells us again we have invalid
tickets and
have to leave. At this point, I knew it was a lost cause.
However,
we were a long ways from a metro station, so I asked him if he could
let us go to
Notre Dame where we could take a metro to our destination. This
new tour bus
operation needs to get its act together. I can imagine how
disgruntled
customers would be who buy their tickets at 5 PM expecting to get two
days usage only
to find out they only get a couple of hours that remain the day of
purchase
plus the next day. The London version of this type of tour bus
time stamped the ticket and the tickets were valid for 24 hours.
Oh well, it made for an
interesting morning.
We took the metro to Les Invalides. It is actually called Hotel
des Invalides because it was founded by Louis XIV in 1674 to house
wounded
veterans. Some French veterans still live there, although not
very many. On the
grounds is the Musee de L'Armee, a military museum that has a large
collection of
arms, armor, banners, etc down through the ages. Mom seemed to
really
enjoy looking at all the various types of armor people wore, including
armor on
life-sized models of horses and soldiers.
The Eglise du Dome (Church of the Dome) is located at Invalides.
The original church, Eglise St-Louis des Invalides, is also located at
Invalides. The Dome church was built onto the end of the original
church but was blocked
off from it in 1793. The Dome church was built between 1677 and
1735 and
contains the remains of the great Napoleon. It is an impressive
tomb.
There are no less than six coffins, one inside the next, and all
enclosed in a huge tomb
of red porphyry, which looks like a very rich, shiny, wood. The
dome is
circular and the tomb is viewed from the ground floor by looking down
on it in a
huge circular crypt. You can go down into the crypt and view the
tomb
by looking up to it, and it is huge. There are a dozen very large
statues
surrounding the tomb, each symbolizing one of Napoleon's
campaigns. I couldn't
believe that after having spent nine weeks in Paris on various trips,
that Diane and
I had never been to Invalides. It was great. We had some
lunch in
the cafeteria there and it was still early, so I suggested we head out
to Versailles
since we were close to the RER line that goes out that way. So
off we were
to Versailles, which is about 15 miles outside of Paris.
Versailles, of course, is one of the more famous chateaux in
France. It was built by Louis XIV because he hated the rowdy city
that Paris was at
the time. So he selected the location on which his father had a
small hunting
lodge. Versailles is very big. It had to hold not only the
king and his
court, but some 20,000 noblemen, servants, etc. It became a new
city at the
time. We took an English tour of the King's quarters and the
chapel and then had
some time to wander by ourselves to look at the Queen's quarters.
Mom
was really
impressed with the Hall of Mirrors and the bedrooms. Although
very impressive, we a
ll liked Neuschwanstein better than Versailles.
A guy who worked on my team in London was on assignment in Paris for
three years suggested we go to an entrecote (steak) restaurant at Porte
Maillot, which was on the way back. So we got off there and found
the
restaurant (it was right outside the station - lucky us). We were
about an hour
early since they didn't open until 7 PM, so we found a bench on the
wide avenue
that connects the Arc de Triomphe and the Arc de la Defense. What
a
great meal we had. You don't get any choices. It's
steak. The only
choice is how you want it cooked. Mom and I had a kir (a new
drink she found that she
likes. I'll have to buy the stuff when we get home and show her
how to make
it). The sauce served with the steak was marvelous, the meat was
tender, the French
Fries very good. And....you get seconds. The dessert
that was
suggested to us was 'vancherin'. We ordered two of those and a
profitaroll. I
think we all need to go to confession now because it must certainly be
sinful to have
eaten those desserts. But were they ever great. Mom said
she really
liked the meal. The waitress we had, Franzcire, was great.
Lots of personality.
She made up for the rude waiter we had the night before.
Our last day in Paris turned out to be a great one. We went to
visit the cathedral in Chartre, about a 1-hour train ride from
Paris. It's
one of the largest cathedrals in Europe and was built in the 12th
century. I
happened to see my friend Dave Meck on-line the night before and
chatted with him
for a few minutes. I told him we were going to Chartre and he
suggested
taking the Malcolm Miller tour, to which I asked "is that a bus
tour?". Dave
said no, it was a tour inside the cathedral given by Malcolm
Miller. We
missed the noon tour, so we went to get some lunch, and the ladies
shopped again, and
we returned to the cathedral for the 2:45 tour. It was actually a
lecture tour. He started with some history, then a discussion about the
stained glass
window over the main doors (did you know you read the windows from left
to
right, bottom to top? And that the pattern alternated from round
to
square to round on alternate rows?), then we moved to another window
and he told its
story, then he told us about the architecture (did you know that there
are
round pillars surrounded by octagonal pillars and octagonal pillars
surrounded by round pillars?), then we moved to one of the rose windows
and finally
outside to hear about the statues outside the door. He was very
interesting and said it would take more than 10 weeks of daily lessons
to hear all about the
cathedral. Mom listened intently and enjoyed it a lot. I
told her she just attended a college level class. I have to say
that it is one
thing to study this stuff in a classroom from a book, but it is quite
another to
listen to someone talk about it while you're looking at the real
thing. I
think we all were up for more. He spoke for about 1 1/4
hours.
We got back to the hotel around 6:30 to get ready for our last meal in
Paris. We had scouted out a restaurant around the corner from the
hotel and
decided that was where we would have our last meal in Paris. It
was close
to the hotel and would allow us to get back early enough to pack for
the trip to
Switzerland the next day. Our hotel was a few blocks off the main
streets so
it was very quiet in the neighborhood. We had stopped at this
restaurant the
other evening on the way back to the hotel and there was a young guy
who spoke good
English and he made our reservation. He also knew how to make a
Manhattan, so mom got her Manhattan before dinner. However, he
said he had told us he
didn't have any Canadian Club or Seagram's 7, but he had bourbon.
Somehow,
tonight he managed to come up with some Canadian Club. I actually
think he
went across the street to another restaurant and got some from
them. Mom and
I had a rack of lamb and Diane had fish. I had my last creme
brulee and mom
and Diane had chocolate cake and cream. I think we all were
starting to outgrow
our clothes.
Mom had been on the lookout for a French waiter since we arrived.
You know, the type with the apron. She wanted a photo. But
she didn't
see anything she liked. This one was too grumpy. That one
was too
young. She said tonight she was hoping to find a waiter her age
with whom she could take a
picture. I said that all those guys are now retired. To
which she said, "yeah,
but even the young ones look half dead sometimes". Good old
mom. She has
a way with words. ;-) She did, however, get a picture with
this guy
tonight and I
thought she was going to invite him and his family to visit her in
Ocala when he mentioned that he'd like to go to Disney World. Why
not?
Seemed like she invited half of Germany when we were there.
Here is a url with photos of several famous attractions in Paris:
http://www.paris-tourism.com/places/index.html
Our stay in Paris was only six days, but we did a lot of touring.
Mom had more energy than I expected. Sometimes, I think Diane and
I were more
willing to call it a day than she was. But she was to meet her
match at Mt.
Rigi in Switzerland. On Friday, it would be up at 5 AM to make
sure we
caught the 7:18 train to Lausanne (a TGV high speed train) to connect
with a train to
Zurich to visit with Peter, Yoko, and Naoko for the weekend. It
would be
the final leg of this vacation with mom.
Until next time.
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