Saturday, December 4 - Sunday, December 5 2010
Non, nous ne habitons pas à Paris… We thought it would be appropriate to speak a little French when starting out the Paris blog. :) Unfortunately that’s the only semi-relevant French phrase that came to mind. It means, “No, we do not live in Paris”. Accurate statement? Yes. Necessary? Of course not. However, it’s a decent introduction to the same topic -- Dave did actually flex the tiniest of his French muscles when ordering lunch on our first day in Paris. “Je voudrais du vin rouge et de la pizza” and we received red wine and pizza. Maybe this French thing isn’t as hard as we thought? :)
Non, nous ne habitons pas à Paris… We thought it would be appropriate to speak a little French when starting out the Paris blog. :) Unfortunately that’s the only semi-relevant French phrase that came to mind. It means, “No, we do not live in Paris”. Accurate statement? Yes. Necessary? Of course not. However, it’s a decent introduction to the same topic -- Dave did actually flex the tiniest of his French muscles when ordering lunch on our first day in Paris. “Je voudrais du vin rouge et de la pizza” and we received red wine and pizza. Maybe this French thing isn’t as hard as we thought? :)
…And the snow continued -- we arrived in Paris to freezing, snowy weather. We walked 30 minutes to our hotel, admiring the waterfront of the Seine River and immediately starting to reminisce of our previous trips (Ang had been to Paris on a high school trip and Dave made a short stop for work a few years back). We checked into our quaint little hotel and ate a delicious lunch, as mentioned in the intro above, before setting off to explore the city.
In an effort to conserve vacation days, we only booked the weekend to spend in Paris, knowing it’s so close and we’ll be able to easily come back on other weekend trips. Since we had reserved all of Sunday to conquer the Musée Du Louvre (it’s free admission to most museums in Europe on the first Sunday of each month), we basically had Saturday afternoon and evening to experience as much of everything else as possible. Where to begin?
We continued our journey westward enjoying the architecture and landmarks along the way. If you enjoy grand architecture, Paris is definitely the place for you.
And if you don’t mind being asked for money every 5 minutes, you’ll also fit in nicely. We don’t mind that as much as being scammed though! On our way to the Jardin des Tuileries, we came across a woman who, out of nowhere, bent over in front of us and picked up a large gold ring -- what appeared to be a wedding ring. Our first thought was sympathy for whoever lost their ring! The woman, who of course spoke very little English, acted surprised as well. She proceeded to check out the ring, try it on, and happened to notice (and point out to us) that it was 12 carat gold. We looked at her in confusion thinking, where do you take a lost ring in Paris? She displayed that the ring did not fit her fingers and insisted that we take the ring, as it was our “lucky day” and a “great souvenir from Paris”. Lady, we don’t need this ring—plus it obviously belongs to someone! We stand there still confused as she congratulates us and walks away… and of course 20 seconds later comes back mumbling something about change for a coffee and something to eat. Uhh, sorry we don’t have any change for you. “Your lucky day, can you spare any change?” We say, “just take the ring—you found it,” but she doesn’t like that response and tells us it’s now our ring. Finally Ang says something about us turning the ring in to the police. The lady immediately drops that act, grabs the ring from Ang and walks away. Pathetic. We tried to brush the whole thing off and did for the most part. We just hate to see (let alone experience) people trying to take advantage of other people – so annoying!
| Musée d'Orsay |
| Musée de l'Orangerie |
With that drama behind us, we decided to dabble in the arts. We’re in Paris after all, right? If we aren’t impressed by art here, then there is little hope for us. We first tried to go to the Musée d'Orsay as it was highly recommended by a couple of co-workers. When we saw the long line we figured it was best not to waste 30+ minutes trying to get in. Our next try was the Musée de l'Orangerie, which was rated as the top museum in Paris, according to Trip Advisor. Luckily there was no line, so we thought, sure why not?
Honestly? The art ranged from pretty good to really bad, relatively speaking of course (but since we are the ones writing this, it’s relative to us :) ). We’ll sum it up with a few picture examples.
Example #1 -- pretty good! Yes, it’s a little bit interpretive but there was some nice detail on the light hitting the glass on the table, which demonstrates some skill.
Example #3 – pretty good! There were actually two large oval rooms with Monet’s Water Lilies. While they were a little too “impressionist” for our taste, the display itself was quite impressive and the one with the trees (picture on the right, below) looks pretty real when you stand further away.
There you go, Art 101 with the Vissers. :)
Next stop: Eiffel Tower. But first, more of that grand architecture along the way!
As for the concert? It was a 30-piece choir performing with 4 soloists and a 7-piece “string-tette” (whatever you call them). The venue was a small church, which made it even more intimate and enjoyable. Below is a little video sample – quite soothing!
After the concert it was off to bed, but not before one more visit to Notre Dame on our way back to our hotel, named Hotel De Notre Dame.
The glass pyramid (main entrance)...
A rare inclusion of American history...
Crazy, ancient, tiny writing...
A real mummy!
HUGE paintings with so much going on you need 5 minutes to check it all out...
Conan O’Brien (at least Dave thinks so)...
Jay Vander Pol (we both think so)...
And of course the Mona Lisa, in the flesh. (Secured behind a glass case, roped off 10 feet away from the closest tourist with security guards keeping eye on everyone.)
Dave also loved a lot of the Dutch and German paintings that reminded us of “The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross” (unfortunately we don’t have a picture). Must be in the blood…
So there you have it -- your abbreviated version of the Louvre. We conquered every floor, every wing, every room. We left the Louvre a little before 6pm to find some dinner (we powered through 7 hours with no lunch) and caught our 7pm train back to Geneva. Fun times in Paris, indeed!
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