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Travel Blogs from Paris
... in our group which hailed from Australia, Canada, New York, uk, and Japan. Our tour guide was so young and short. We sat together on the way to Paris and talked about non profits, though she grew up in France she was born in Haiti and wants to start a non profit back there! So we got to France, it was amazing! Sunny and warm, people were nice and called me mademoiselle which just sounds really nice. Rural France looked ...
... springs away from the area, also a little chilly the temperature is 10 degrees. Francois & I were the last 2 people, so I often found myself alone in a tunnel as the people ahead disappeared around the corner & I was waiting for Francois to catch up. The tunnels are long (about 1.5 km) and twisting hallways of mortared stone. Along the way we found a sculpture that existed from a time before this part of the mines became an ossuary. A model of France's ...
... was a wet one, with rain right up to when we left
for the airport. But that's alright cos what do you do when it rains?
Like a beagle on a good trail, I sniffed out Gallery Le
Fayette and boy are we glad we did.
Yet another fantastic experience of
Paris. This is the Harrods of Paris, just as old, but is all open from
one end to the other. (Harrods has lots of rooms, like caves to walk
through). You can't actually ...
... Elysées. I imagine it was so lovely back in the days when people dressed up to shop and eat here. Now there are all kinds of retail chains mixed in with the luxury boutiques, even a McDonald's. Oh well, c'est la vie. I was happy to notice the lack of dog poop on the sidewalk that we encountered on the last trip. I stopped in the Louis Vuitton store, teeming with foreigners making purchases. The staff doesn't seem to mind a bit ...
... you pay to get into the gardens because they blast classical music from hidden speakers that look like bushes for an "authentic feel." It would have been cooler were it a live orchestra, but despite my sarcasm, it was a nice touch.
In the end, damp, tired, and emotionally drained, we ate our McDonalds and then- at 8pm- set off on our journey south. More on Marseille in the next post.
See you next time!