tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86996613493868661662024-03-13T00:42:48.379+01:00GuidedParis.com: My Adventure in the City of LightsGina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-33786916770397207632008-12-20T20:53:00.001+01:002008-12-20T21:00:43.345+01:00My Last Night in Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmki6ruRmBA3GIy46BNWfZiMz3niM7l1I0v8Ofp48u8aybdJ8JS7QriG6kLrXkvZIzWwQ9NZml4DDqymupGWZqfiWpKouo6EN8qXMVJMGU0d_6s_oyhGbS_9H_uzDx9C53BQY-KG8HbSmh/s1600-h/DSCF6017.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmki6ruRmBA3GIy46BNWfZiMz3niM7l1I0v8Ofp48u8aybdJ8JS7QriG6kLrXkvZIzWwQ9NZml4DDqymupGWZqfiWpKouo6EN8qXMVJMGU0d_6s_oyhGbS_9H_uzDx9C53BQY-KG8HbSmh/s200/DSCF6017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281947659073596642" /></a>When I got back to Paris this afternoon, I came back to the apartment, had lunch, and posted to the blog. And then I started to get extremely depressed. The realization that this amazing experience is quickly coming to an end is hitting me hard. I've been fighting back tears on and off all day. I know many of you don't understand that. All I can say is that I love this place more than any other and I feel like this is home. I have always felt that way about Paris, but even more so now that I have spent an extended time here. And so to have to leave this place is sort of heartbreaking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaUuPKWoIFGR152ruaxHWsfn4jLAlmJqbKjPuzhyphenhyphenwC2wf-78wA4IDBI5xX0Ta9I_qhmB2S3845vlQtW0DVZ1vVnQ-QIv8me0bo4-_6tR3_QVYGtGiZqu-VLcM8Ej-fhQ52BtbrQX-bcej/s1600-h/DSCF5998.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaUuPKWoIFGR152ruaxHWsfn4jLAlmJqbKjPuzhyphenhyphenwC2wf-78wA4IDBI5xX0Ta9I_qhmB2S3845vlQtW0DVZ1vVnQ-QIv8me0bo4-_6tR3_QVYGtGiZqu-VLcM8Ej-fhQ52BtbrQX-bcej/s200/DSCF5998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281947876648157010" /></a>I thought about running all over Paris tonight - you know, one last hurrah. But I have done that every day for the past two months. And what I'm going to miss most is 'living' here. So I decided to spend my last couple of hours this evening just walking around 'my neighborhood' trying to memorize every detail of the sights and sounds that have become so familiar to me. One last visit to the market. A swing by the metro stop I walk to several times each day. One last check of my mailbox. A few last photos and video clips. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMze9xc7bVVfzqWErcRW17giazKW02sLRvBsCN9fxn6aQ4vh6SDtmgznm5AIgxTqoP-qWEoQq6LkUgFHNOp09DNgBYRHfOrqZCMrmdX5_i_ccvp2pN78OsyiqNWVo28Qzsdvu4Kkdtgh3/s1600-h/DSCF6002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMze9xc7bVVfzqWErcRW17giazKW02sLRvBsCN9fxn6aQ4vh6SDtmgznm5AIgxTqoP-qWEoQq6LkUgFHNOp09DNgBYRHfOrqZCMrmdX5_i_ccvp2pN78OsyiqNWVo28Qzsdvu4Kkdtgh3/s200/DSCF6002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281950632850110418" /></a>I can't believe how fast my time here has gone by.<br /><br />It's 8:00pm here now. I just cooked my "last supper". I haven't started packing yet. Once I start packing, I won't be able to maintain <span style="font-style:italic;">any</span> sense of denial.<br /><br />I loved every minute of living here and still can't believe I was lucky enough to have this chance - it's something I wanted so badly but never thought I'd ever be able to do. <br /><br />I just wish it didn't have to end.<br /><br />Time to pack...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec20paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/20/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-44783717800732172022008-12-20T19:08:00.013+01:002009-01-27T17:44:57.877+01:00Almost Missed My Train Back to Paris!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPkbmgfTSzORheaHwIxQiHdh5L17fZWiqpIqyjBIfI9JdRKhneDdAPvnshyphenhyphenL5An58n8Ut8hhHKxdY_ynsEUUA_lHcd2m9_hlYBHQN5mzVxDr0ry7FeH1JXJse1JHOEOOu7aMIafLob4dh/s1600-h/DSCF5993.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPkbmgfTSzORheaHwIxQiHdh5L17fZWiqpIqyjBIfI9JdRKhneDdAPvnshyphenhyphenL5An58n8Ut8hhHKxdY_ynsEUUA_lHcd2m9_hlYBHQN5mzVxDr0ry7FeH1JXJse1JHOEOOu7aMIafLob4dh/s200/DSCF5993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281948399351709970" /></a>I got up early today so I could spend some more time browsing around the Christmas market and taking another stroll through the Grand Place before I had to catch my train back to Paris. 24 hours in beautiful Brussels just wasn't enough! <br /><br />I made it to the train station and into my seat literally 5 minutes before the train pulled out of the station (big surprise, right?). I was actually a little worried when it started getting down to the wire, but figured what was the worst that could happen? If I missed the train, I'd just take the next one :-) Luckily, I didn't have to do that though. <br /><br />For those of you who get some of the Belgian chocolate I bought this morning, you'll thank me for almost missing my train - ha!Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-92105352261753102122008-12-19T23:59:00.018+01:002008-12-20T20:46:44.069+01:00Bienvenue a Brussels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_SvLt7WbBEeFol-5b9TppT1Gw87pz4Z7WpJMaj8MJMICdVyGh1VnJJC3ODpuG5GFP_Yfzd2WHeKc65gaql0cPU3zk1NnjYODSEEwB2MHYVsRADCUijEHHXNQYuarK-7l_UmCV043uHAr/s1600-h/DSCF5749.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_SvLt7WbBEeFol-5b9TppT1Gw87pz4Z7WpJMaj8MJMICdVyGh1VnJJC3ODpuG5GFP_Yfzd2WHeKc65gaql0cPU3zk1NnjYODSEEwB2MHYVsRADCUijEHHXNQYuarK-7l_UmCV043uHAr/s200/DSCF5749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281868299012345938" /></a>The train from Paris arrived at the Brussels Midi station right on time at 3:47pm. From there I had to take the Brussel’s metro to get to the stop closest to the Warwick Royal Windsor hotel. The metro took about 20 minutes and the hotel is a 5 minute walk from the station. I only stayed at the hotel long enough to drop my bag and freshen up – then I was off to the Grand Place! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJtzlnh8NVGCaHFeCDxLrgZ0G3K2h6BPKa1H4bE2fJCsLjqO1Y8813_81OdA19ewWyYK_S9Gl9uBapXHaE0XxlckWn8up6Wk9YkHylNSw05NTvjs5-sMw6IALECFNLW4vZjKcaFWw3pcv/s1600-h/DSCF5752.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJtzlnh8NVGCaHFeCDxLrgZ0G3K2h6BPKa1H4bE2fJCsLjqO1Y8813_81OdA19ewWyYK_S9Gl9uBapXHaE0XxlckWn8up6Wk9YkHylNSw05NTvjs5-sMw6IALECFNLW4vZjKcaFWw3pcv/s200/DSCF5752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281868413766971026" /></a>I have to say it again - I LOVE THIS HOTEL! I’ve stayed here every time I’ve been in Brussels and it is so wonderful. The location is phenomenal (right around the corner from the Grand Place) and the rooms are beautiful – dark wood, gorgeous bedding, marble bathrooms… ahhh! I was in heaven :-) This hotel is definitely on my "Favorite 5" hotels in the world list.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1G-3lEi8ZDJhMPnF48rIbmF5kKzfg1YToe2U8i6MLquorfn0t12zFW_7w-OuKZOSLaRzyYTx7MttEZCQOhkF2q1XyuN8r0z1A0sFwbta_DOwl1xgY1BahiEUHiQu7SeexbbUuRVYt45fH/s1600-h/DSCF5846.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1G-3lEi8ZDJhMPnF48rIbmF5kKzfg1YToe2U8i6MLquorfn0t12zFW_7w-OuKZOSLaRzyYTx7MttEZCQOhkF2q1XyuN8r0z1A0sFwbta_DOwl1xgY1BahiEUHiQu7SeexbbUuRVYt45fH/s200/DSCF5846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281868787229783138" /></a>So Paris has its crepe stands on every corner and Brussels has its waffles and frites stands! Of course, I went for the frites (french fries) for dinner! Served up in cones with all different sauces, the most common of which is mayonnaise – which is quite yummy! (Remember the frite stands Sherri?) So I walked around eating my frites as I checked out the Christmas market ;-) Did you know... 'french' fries aren't french? They were created in Belgium!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-wTR-Jmt4MCEFSDlC2tC2dVU_uzXFRcK4yEzeQ833-MeqUqpo90a4IDl5QPbhWsUItHEhhfizAfnSTr2dr-1bWWWNVJ-5d2h1KdTACJLOfo6rjdnqgOAdHqPOyKt__ixVbyMtKLDiYU7/s1600-h/DSCF5842.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-wTR-Jmt4MCEFSDlC2tC2dVU_uzXFRcK4yEzeQ833-MeqUqpo90a4IDl5QPbhWsUItHEhhfizAfnSTr2dr-1bWWWNVJ-5d2h1KdTACJLOfo6rjdnqgOAdHqPOyKt__ixVbyMtKLDiYU7/s200/DSCF5842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281869048113648386" /></a>Even though I don’t like them, I have to admit that the waffles were a thing of art. Every sugary, sweet topping you can image. <span style="font-style:italic;">Almost</span> too pretty to eat! (Sabrina, you would have liked the ones with TONS of whipped cream on top!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmo0j5nbxcdvmVy2MsCtyWoIjrTHNcv28Tv_hxlrs5GieZCYgrbddMpMAAoxcdnKt9YkUvM955jL75eabyOSa00AWQrx1X_UHPhg09x9yiFRe-LtXl9PEB9cxXX1gM0u9gfLVAKZ5c3xc/s1600-h/DSCF5839.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmo0j5nbxcdvmVy2MsCtyWoIjrTHNcv28Tv_hxlrs5GieZCYgrbddMpMAAoxcdnKt9YkUvM955jL75eabyOSa00AWQrx1X_UHPhg09x9yiFRe-LtXl9PEB9cxXX1gM0u9gfLVAKZ5c3xc/s200/DSCF5839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281869712061318290" /></a>I’ve been to Brussels several times before. Why do I keep coming back? For one thing, it’s so easy to get here from Paris – just 1 hour 20 minutes by high speed train. Also, Brussels is the seat of the EU – so I love that about the city. It's so international! Most of the signs are in French and German (though Flemish is also spoken here). And the architecture of the buildings in the Grand Place is spectacular – especially when they are all decked out for the holidays. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Le Grand Place</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ru36mQifyOH2JCpnc8Og8helfScaH8dDapX4t6YUyf1OIb4Skw4a4J7BHRR7VY4o2g14PTjLPde9SJW7qWMZ_QbUcOPRqemuEdKRzhXAFSy9BlnaitNN8VuV_SUCLXiy0Tp1OsoeK_lw/s1600-h/DSCF5930.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ru36mQifyOH2JCpnc8Og8helfScaH8dDapX4t6YUyf1OIb4Skw4a4J7BHRR7VY4o2g14PTjLPde9SJW7qWMZ_QbUcOPRqemuEdKRzhXAFSy9BlnaitNN8VuV_SUCLXiy0Tp1OsoeK_lw/s200/DSCF5930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281870037898616386" /></a>So as I rounded the corner and caught my first glimpse of the Grand Place, it was already dark and it literally took my breath away. Brussels really out did itself this year! The orchestrated light and music show was so stunning it actually – and this is going to sound dorky, but it’s true - brought tears to my eyes. The beauty of it against the buildings surrounding the Grand Place was like nothing I had ever seen before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14v5cZsK6N0lTEZkdRdlN7eFSwv8vA9qr4QmLjfPym_DDfgj-vbe5ttsDKJ10oqIHz05uUIarRwAcALUZJJAHrUFYU6mfqzjQsqKJumb4V1HRy5uQ_0AeWsEeBSGazbsiO1uqmzhEwWA8/s1600-h/DSCF5894.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14v5cZsK6N0lTEZkdRdlN7eFSwv8vA9qr4QmLjfPym_DDfgj-vbe5ttsDKJ10oqIHz05uUIarRwAcALUZJJAHrUFYU6mfqzjQsqKJumb4V1HRy5uQ_0AeWsEeBSGazbsiO1uqmzhEwWA8/s200/DSCF5894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281876493563052914" /></a>I took video – lots of video. Five clips will play when you click below! Hopefully it will give you a glimpse of what I saw and experienced. (You can also go right to YouTube by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Zn7lR4rDzs&feature=PlayList&p=8B3FCE5D82C292D2&index=0&playnext=1" target="_blank">clicking here</a>, and then clicking on the link underneath the video window that says 'watch in high quality' to see a higher res version.) <br /><br />In addition to the video I took a ton of photos, so <a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec19paris" target="_blank">check them out</a> as well!<br /><br /><center><br /><object width="384" height="308"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/8B3FCE5D82C292D2" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/8B3FCE5D82C292D2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="308"></embed></object><br /></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cPFMm9MWC1cEABrGtoWK06logZUN2jG3noH8c0IrrSUhX2_FTUD1uHVxDKEoLWO1QxIsoZHgDsLavIZbdgylpKQEDJl2KQSiEFRWW3QfgY2koPhg408evpDXEPI0uP69hFbp3CCFw3px/s1600-h/DSCF5875.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cPFMm9MWC1cEABrGtoWK06logZUN2jG3noH8c0IrrSUhX2_FTUD1uHVxDKEoLWO1QxIsoZHgDsLavIZbdgylpKQEDJl2KQSiEFRWW3QfgY2koPhg408evpDXEPI0uP69hFbp3CCFw3px/s200/DSCF5875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281933739174866162" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">Meeting Mr. Mama Kotroo from Kashmir</span><br />There was a booth in the Christmas market that was selling hand-painted ornaments and hand-woven pashminas from India. They were very beautiful and I stopped to look. The gentleman selling the items was Indian and spoke English so we started chatting and ended up talking for about an hour! He spends his summers in India where he owns a few houseboats in the region of Kashmir. And when he’s in India he takes groups of travelers on treks through the Himalayas – he has a whole crew that goes on the journey. How cool is that? I got his business card ;-) And he spends his winters in Brussels. I asked him how that ended up happening and he told me that he had met a Belgian woman – ended up marrying her – so they live here part of the year and India part of the year. He was so nice and so interesting to talk to. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02lu88Y-cz4TcZ23nlj_zMk6XsQaq5ht5maKWC4wqQO4t3ecZOYea6toDCGA-clsjC9JtASGk7dMpPQq6v0PG_DXrHQiyR1PQb5Tt40nUQhLyZNGcA-xXkur4Yc3V6eDW8cYMWp2d7OkC/s1600-h/DSCF5876.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02lu88Y-cz4TcZ23nlj_zMk6XsQaq5ht5maKWC4wqQO4t3ecZOYea6toDCGA-clsjC9JtASGk7dMpPQq6v0PG_DXrHQiyR1PQb5Tt40nUQhLyZNGcA-xXkur4Yc3V6eDW8cYMWp2d7OkC/s200/DSCF5876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281933946229125122" /></a>Of course we talked about politics. And I don’t have to tell you what he thinks about Bush… He said he knows a lot of people who think Americans are bad. And he always corrects them and says Americans are wonderful, generous people - it’s just Bush that is bad. It was a little troubling to know that many people around the world don’t distinguish between Bush and the America people, but it goes to show you how invaluable traveling is as an avenue towards greater global understanding and world peace. Had Mr. Kotroo not met and befriended Americans, he may not have made the distinction himself. And now that he has, he tries to educate others who have not had the experience of meeting and getting to know Americans themselves. The example holds as true for us. Until you travel outside the United States and see different parts of the world and experience and learn about other cultures, it’s difficult not to let the bias of government and media impact the way you see the world and America’s place in it. <br /><br />Ok, I’ll stop philosophizing now ;-) <br /><br />But the moral of the story is: "Spread World Peace.... TRAVEL!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec19paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/19/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-26745460809226579412008-12-19T18:42:00.000+01:002008-12-20T17:54:54.536+01:00My Last Day of Class at the Alliance Francaise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPBssAjnOY0lHwpjVnQRbZ4CjWSRRr5SbpZEazxulXuG1tpW9psOlYxiIlRO-qDnb7-VoQYKtP5fi15FRzoYqeeoN129Vy5NJ3jYki0kPicY-4rrB_gGI_zt2Ki8FHqf2VsYHCaHyKtB-/s1600-h/DSCF5709.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPBssAjnOY0lHwpjVnQRbZ4CjWSRRr5SbpZEazxulXuG1tpW9psOlYxiIlRO-qDnb7-VoQYKtP5fi15FRzoYqeeoN129Vy5NJ3jYki0kPicY-4rrB_gGI_zt2Ki8FHqf2VsYHCaHyKtB-/s200/DSCF5709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281654499782980850" /></a>Today was my last day of class at the Alliance Francaise. The teacher had us meet in the cafeteria instead of the classroom and we started out the day with fresh croissants and friendly conversation (in French) about the various customs and songs of Christmas in each of our countries. So interesting! I don’t think I've talked much about the students in my December class. They were even more diverse than the 1st group! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRDYyrohNrBI3_W-TUbLAyikX4HDu7fjUBTy-md4jsvubra1ogFKpVKC4KEcwi8HWXlCfCEdhr4QQvxjJPwCzYoQOJba6BatXiCqgR7k5ZwBHQR21_DzE4hqfr1V2teg4JafF2GOm-zFu/s1600-h/DSCF5722.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRDYyrohNrBI3_W-TUbLAyikX4HDu7fjUBTy-md4jsvubra1ogFKpVKC4KEcwi8HWXlCfCEdhr4QQvxjJPwCzYoQOJba6BatXiCqgR7k5ZwBHQR21_DzE4hqfr1V2teg4JafF2GOm-zFu/s200/DSCF5722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281654786371698274" /></a>This time, I was the only American. And other than a girl from Canada and a girl from Australia, everyone else was from non-English speaking countries. But just as before, they ALL spoke at least some English and that was how we communicated with one another during breaks (the only time English was allowed). The people in my class came from: Uganda, Pakistan, Germany, Italy, Spain, Australia, Japan, Sweden, Brazil, Luxembourg, Ukraine and Israel.<br /><br />The guy from Israel (Ron) was a polo player who has traveled (and lived) all over the world – including the U.S., and South Florida. He knew West Palm and even mentioned City Place to me. Small world, huh? The girl from Canada (Celina) was really nice. It was too bad we didn’t meet sooner on my trip as we likely would have hung out together. But she had just arrived in Paris as my trip was coming to an end. Her husband’s company transferred him to Paris and they will be living here for at least two years. It was interesting hearing her stories about figuring out how to do the things necessary to actually live there – search for an apartment, apply for a residents visa, etc. I envy her opportunity of being able to spend the next few years in Paris. We exchanged email addresses, so hopefully we’ll keep in touch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgKv5jfEWRO9wcIKZWcGyppro47x4eTeeOHDZn0g-m0fYcV1HDH-VmyHxbOIwH8kJ-nVB9EJeyY6GQsFtPgmJNtt8c6MJ0uzMdeFc27aBt7MyeMEDMzO0NGVPrBykDvwoAhYdlK3iH1Vp/s1600-h/DSCF5721.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgKv5jfEWRO9wcIKZWcGyppro47x4eTeeOHDZn0g-m0fYcV1HDH-VmyHxbOIwH8kJ-nVB9EJeyY6GQsFtPgmJNtt8c6MJ0uzMdeFc27aBt7MyeMEDMzO0NGVPrBykDvwoAhYdlK3iH1Vp/s200/DSCF5721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281655064400806594" /></a>After class, I went to the office and picked up my certificate (Rebecca will appreciate this) showing that I completed 4 weeks (or 80 hours) of instruction – Basic, Level 1. So when I continue my study of French I can use it to help get placed in the correct class (or show to a prospective employer who may requires a basic proficiency in French). After that, I was off to the train station – Gare du Nord – to catch the Thalys train to Brussels!<br /><br />I’m actually on the train now writing this. The Thalys trains all have WiFi – free for 1st class passengers, at cost for us 2nd class citizens. So I’ll wait until I get to the hotel in Brussels to actually post this ;-Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-44201695241504121192008-12-18T23:43:00.013+01:002008-12-20T00:41:50.963+01:00Village Saint Paul & the Marais<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKR9L0aJr-7Z2aaS4bzIe57chbb523xYaFsNtqSSTaxWaWqhakSmTLNJCK-__LGadrGejXZobJhEMwTqv4v-S9d-Hx9KMmQXKI0zYL9uD1Si5qNBSv1bt5ubVusFQdc2jMgr4VCXCc4zm/s1600-h/DSCF5679.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKR9L0aJr-7Z2aaS4bzIe57chbb523xYaFsNtqSSTaxWaWqhakSmTLNJCK-__LGadrGejXZobJhEMwTqv4v-S9d-Hx9KMmQXKI0zYL9uD1Si5qNBSv1bt5ubVusFQdc2jMgr4VCXCc4zm/s200/DSCF5679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538374811404226" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">I walked until I could walk no more.<br />And then, I walked some more.<br />And so it goes it Paris…</span><br /><br />I decided this afternoon to explore the Village Saint Paul in the 3rd Arrondissement, an area of Paris called the Marais. In the past few years, this area has become quite popular with many cafes and antique stores.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPuGVq-YIRubuRxOblrMzXlOX38OMQ8AR-j5rsBNMpnyH3NVbPBP27iBn-wE4wxFGWrukAx5pqgRDw0q3gF6XiS1TwXrbJGHwxCh9rYxnGQPg7WCbpcppVhR5WMKeMQHy_MivBvlJhd1B/s1600-h/DSCF5680.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPuGVq-YIRubuRxOblrMzXlOX38OMQ8AR-j5rsBNMpnyH3NVbPBP27iBn-wE4wxFGWrukAx5pqgRDw0q3gF6XiS1TwXrbJGHwxCh9rYxnGQPg7WCbpcppVhR5WMKeMQHy_MivBvlJhd1B/s200/DSCF5680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538639764026626" /></a>I ran across a store I had read about called Thanksgiving. It’s owned by an American woman from New Orleans who now lives here in Paris with her husband. The store sells impossible-to-find American groceries for ex-pats and tourists longing for a taste of home during a stay in Paris. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwi5_8AxXvHLaLyEELbWBK50sIN7It2suQKZsK8LL_x3niovwHyWd5_njNcK5kA2QkU4sxbGTmEHr7J6dp6pYSHcLuN1cNzU8zfzJqetcUSXRu5EhXcDzaOBrhoJ_nf4ycUSGnc5w6Cr3/s1600-h/DSCF5681.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwi5_8AxXvHLaLyEELbWBK50sIN7It2suQKZsK8LL_x3niovwHyWd5_njNcK5kA2QkU4sxbGTmEHr7J6dp6pYSHcLuN1cNzU8zfzJqetcUSXRu5EhXcDzaOBrhoJ_nf4ycUSGnc5w6Cr3/s200/DSCF5681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538871671499906" /></a>I saw things like Fruit Loops, Dr. Pepper, Stove Top stuffing, Betty Crocker cookie mix and Zataran’s cajun rice. Everything was of course ‘tres expensive’ averaging about 4-5 times their actual cost in the U.S. But potentially well worth the price, depending on how big your craving is! I’m glad I didn’t see this place before – I may have been tempted to eat American-style my whole time here!<br /><br />After that, I once again stumbled upon an amazing church I had never seen or even heard of before. The Church of St. Paul St. Louis looked very dark and gothic from the outside, but inside it was serene and beautiful. The organist was practicing, so that made the visit even more special and I took some video so you could see and hear what I did.<br /><br /><center><br /><object width="384" height="308"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/265F6DA37627F1B5" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/265F6DA37627F1B5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="308"></embed></object><br /></center><br />After some meandering around, I found myself at the Place de la Bastille so I jumped on the Metro and zipped over to the Hotel de Ville where there was supposed to be ice skating for the holidays. The rink is set up, but it wasn’t open - I’m thinking maybe because it isn’t quite cold enough yet. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNH-ZeTKTFN72JyRDu0DxFQ3O6fmk6SeEjcDgfAoB14hDj4yADfGmT_aW6yr2ElXANle2l7Vm4mxehfv4aMt1WaV-qM-VbYQeVSZwVdxelaFkHeSvHJ0KVFMMrZDmK6ezLUx9uW6F8hsQ/s1600-h/DSCF5374.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNH-ZeTKTFN72JyRDu0DxFQ3O6fmk6SeEjcDgfAoB14hDj4yADfGmT_aW6yr2ElXANle2l7Vm4mxehfv4aMt1WaV-qM-VbYQeVSZwVdxelaFkHeSvHJ0KVFMMrZDmK6ezLUx9uW6F8hsQ/s200/DSCF5374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539809556564450" /></a>There is a department store called BHV close to the Hotel de Ville that is decorated brilliantly. I had never been inside, so I decided to go in and look around. Not as high end (or as immense) as Printemps or the Galeries Lafayette, but still nice. One funny thing I noticed about the large department stores in Paris – they ALL have a sewing department with bolts of cloth, yard, thread, patterns, etc. Imagine walking into a Saks 5th Avenue and seeing a sewing department!<br /><br />From the BHV and the Hotel de Ville it’s an easy walk over to Notre Dame and the Latin Quarter – and despite the fact I’ve been over there several times already on this trip, since it’s my favorite area of the city, I can never spend too much time there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAvo2PMV0g93VLq4TaXasgM-PuzeSyZUPPWd2psw9wsrhStiRiJzFE4kXHQLnqsHftO7-FGwRmHb-u3Z0JxLN09mjR9MnkradZ0r8RanogxVF3e0LO93CJdolB9YCtMJoP4e3qPY5RBHy/s1600-h/DSCF4881.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAvo2PMV0g93VLq4TaXasgM-PuzeSyZUPPWd2psw9wsrhStiRiJzFE4kXHQLnqsHftO7-FGwRmHb-u3Z0JxLN09mjR9MnkradZ0r8RanogxVF3e0LO93CJdolB9YCtMJoP4e3qPY5RBHy/s200/DSCF4881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541235245316434" /></a>The first little bare-bones hotel I ever stayed at in Paris is in the Latin Quarter on Rue de la Huchette. It’s called Les Argonauts and is one of the many Greek establishments on the street. The room I stayed in had a private shower, but no TV or radio – just the basics. You couldn’t beat the price or the location though (just steps away from Notre Dame). Below the hotel at street level was the Les Argonauts restaurant – a fun and lively Greek place (Mom, remember I took you to eat there a few years ago?). I can still remember the sound of Greek music and breaking dishes from the restaurant that kept me awake well into the night! But that was part of its charm :-) <br /><br />Out of nostalgia, I always go by Les Argonauts when I’m in Paris. And on this trip I sadly discovered that the restaurant is no longer there – it’s now a bar with a name that is distinctly <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> Greek. Thankfully the Les Argonauts hotel is still there though. How sad this was to see! That restaurant had been there for (at least) 18 years. So many of the places in the Latin Quarter stay the same decade after decade, kept in the family. I can only guess that it was a victim of the global recession. With so many little restaurants in Paris, I’ve often wondered how they all do enough business to stay open. Somehow, they always seemed to though because year after year I’d come and they’d still be there. But now, Les Argonauts is no more. Very, very sad…<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec18paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/18/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-30840331924936108582008-12-18T14:43:00.009+01:002008-12-19T00:51:45.968+01:00I Can Hear the Clock Ticking...I just got home from school and made myself some lunch. Tomorrow is my last day of classes at the Alliance Francaise. Even if I were staying in Paris longer, I think I'd have to take a little break from classes - we started working on other 'tenses' (i.e. past tense) and my brain is about to short circuit - my 'internal CPU' is running at maximum capacity :-) I do hope to find a class I can register for back in Florida so I can continue with French and not lose too much of the ground I've gained here acquiring these language skills.<br /><br />Tomorrow as soon as class is over, I will go straight to the train station to catch the Thalys (high speed TGV train) to Brussels, Belgium. It's only 1 hour 20 minutes away. I love Brussels and they have a wonderful Christmas market, so I decided to squeeze in one more country (ha!) before my 'adventure' ends. The Grand Place is so beautiful at Christmas, <a href="http://www.plaisirsdhiver.be/en/index.aspx" target="_blank">click here to check out "Winter Wonders" in Brussels</a> during the holidays.<br /><br />I'll be staying overnight in Brussels tomorrow night at the <a href="http://www.royalwindsorbrussels.com/default.aspx?pg=information&rp=home" target="_blank">Warwick Royal Windsor Hotel Grand Place</a> (a wonderful hotel by the way), returning to Paris on Saturday afternoon. <br /><br />And then the fun really begins....<br />packing for the return trip home :-(<br /><br />My shuttle is picking me up at 10am Sunday morning to take me to the airport, so yep, you guessed it - I'll likely be up ALL night Saturday trying to stuff everything into my suitcases!<br /><br />But today - just this one more day - I still have Paris. So as I write this, I'm putting on my boots and heading out the door. Not sure where I'm going this afternoon, we'll see where my wandering feet take me :-) <br /><br />More later...Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-84026650525034384032008-12-17T22:58:00.012+01:002008-12-18T00:00:59.032+01:00Lunch at Le Grand Colbert<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTtM7eH09gKxwfGO8GS4wuGjKV3HI0fJ7EhSe8vi_IZSiBet83nf46nYVXaTHKhmpoLIgWM40CLqB5VkMZPeipsPpqaReUeidEJD8keqE5swSZcdTTIU3XsUqTBEf0Sk9ihZbhy09Qj7l/s1600-h/DSCF5660.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTtM7eH09gKxwfGO8GS4wuGjKV3HI0fJ7EhSe8vi_IZSiBet83nf46nYVXaTHKhmpoLIgWM40CLqB5VkMZPeipsPpqaReUeidEJD8keqE5swSZcdTTIU3XsUqTBEf0Sk9ihZbhy09Qj7l/s200/DSCF5660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280882209523580146" /></a>Just 5 minutes walk from my apartment is a restaurant called <a href="http://www.legrandcolbert.fr/LeGrandColbertFlash/LeGrandColbert.htm" target="_blank">Le Grand Colbert</a>. If you saw the movie "Something's Gotta Give", you know the restaurant because a scene in the movie was filmed there a few years back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6P4oxy-NqFiKxmfGgkFQyggHIEfMYZ4byl_hRa3ZTuBZtUjdJRkcODH-4OucoLshKbv8e64DEkEWQjTwj8uEbghm1uDOYv0BtChfqAJIP1pOfHgZCmNF8sb7BLYSwprpzQHLdRzNekwd/s1600-h/DSCF5659.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6P4oxy-NqFiKxmfGgkFQyggHIEfMYZ4byl_hRa3ZTuBZtUjdJRkcODH-4OucoLshKbv8e64DEkEWQjTwj8uEbghm1uDOYv0BtChfqAJIP1pOfHgZCmNF8sb7BLYSwprpzQHLdRzNekwd/s200/DSCF5659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280884520130683202" /></a>Towards the end of the movie Diane Keaton and Keanu Reeves' characters are in Paris celebrating her birthday at the restaurant when Jack Nicholson unexpectedly shows up because he has realized he is in love with her. (Great movie by the way!) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag7INzfCHXCvX1hR4vOOUjOOK7NRUNwwn4EczGceFjsVWhjikzX27V0709kXtqYNB-gX6cWw6jkZ4L-Ov0MkpT2G443iGJJu16WjyK6TDKjqOcNUvKpTmm7EBYX3jOFQggbG_nQRs6ZUK/s1600-h/DSCF5658.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag7INzfCHXCvX1hR4vOOUjOOK7NRUNwwn4EczGceFjsVWhjikzX27V0709kXtqYNB-gX6cWw6jkZ4L-Ov0MkpT2G443iGJJu16WjyK6TDKjqOcNUvKpTmm7EBYX3jOFQggbG_nQRs6ZUK/s200/DSCF5658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280885327525869042" /></a>I decided to sit down and have a late lunch at <span style="font-style:italic;">Le Grand Colbert</span> today. I loved the ambiance of the restaurant - very Parisian, with soft/dim lighting. I thought it might be touristy because of the movie being filmed there, but it wasn't. The restaurant has a Tea Room that supposedly serves up the best Chocolat Chaud (hot chocolate) in Paris - maybe that's where the tourists were. But in the main restaurant, I was surrounded by mostly French business men taking their long, mid-afternoon lunch break. The restaurant is very close to the Bourse (the Paris Stock Exchange).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLGdqj7nV1jjGjThLvQvgZO14Hr45Yn5AtKLlckmBLm4s6J_Iy6UAQTR7geAKNrOoEriW91ZGwv1cfvmNne_rKYMUdwoU-wPik8PLlLkRO-_Xcq8PmLfYpXdsSky_TWAosTOMKbj9tXRi/s1600-h/DSCF5650.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLGdqj7nV1jjGjThLvQvgZO14Hr45Yn5AtKLlckmBLm4s6J_Iy6UAQTR7geAKNrOoEriW91ZGwv1cfvmNne_rKYMUdwoU-wPik8PLlLkRO-_Xcq8PmLfYpXdsSky_TWAosTOMKbj9tXRi/s200/DSCF5650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280887935204680770" /></a>I ordered Onion Soup Au Gratin to start and it was unbelievably good. One part homemade croutons, two parts onion soup and <u>5 parts</u> melted cheese. Talk about rich! Really, I was full after finishing the soup. But then came the main course...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFPc-QmggOVtvrMzYDyQ5QY08jHkspOJVCYLhuN3iGJ_laLl9aoNCV5m_WvAAtIQIybod5nbz3s5T6rrr44EVdiR9yVUu7qNK1zHhUSdKDuYdEKD4nANvtRpZAxyxeOvRsEsibhnP6_XS/s1600-h/DSCF5655.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFPc-QmggOVtvrMzYDyQ5QY08jHkspOJVCYLhuN3iGJ_laLl9aoNCV5m_WvAAtIQIybod5nbz3s5T6rrr44EVdiR9yVUu7qNK1zHhUSdKDuYdEKD4nANvtRpZAxyxeOvRsEsibhnP6_XS/s200/DSCF5655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280888416024488466" /></a>Beef Moelleux with Mashed Potatoes - yum! This was basically a slow cooked pot roast topped with roasted tomatoes and served with homemade mashed potatoes. I was so stuffed when I was done eating, I felt like crawling under the table and taking a nap!<br /><br />The meal was pricey. But except for that splurge in London at Gordon Ramsey's restaurant, I haven't really eaten out at all. So since I only have a few days left in Paris, I decided to indulge in some fine dining :-)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec17paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/17/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-24722009681493113892008-12-17T21:50:00.002+01:002008-12-18T00:25:15.019+01:00I won't be intimidated by terrorists...After lunch, I went to Printemps - one of Paris' large department stores. I went there today for two reasons: 1) because it probably is the last time I'll be over in that area before I leave Paris on Sunday; and 2) to make a statement. What statement you ask? The "I won't be intimidated by terrorists" statement.<br /><br />I almost hesitated mentioning what happened here yesterday, but everyone's probably seen it on the news anyhow. So here's the scoop... yesterday morning, the police were informed that several bombs had been placed in Printemps. So the police swarmed the place, cleared the entire store (which is huge) of customers and conducted a search. They found one bomb - several sticks of dynamite - but with no detonator, in one of the restrooms. Apparently the 'terrorists' did this as a warning, demanding that France remove their troops from Afghanistan.<br /><br />So today I went to Printemps. The place was packed - clearly the incident is not keeping people away. There were store personnel stationed at every entrance and they were checking everyone's bags and purses before you could go into the store.<br /><br />Later in the day I went to another department store across town called Au Bon Marche (hadn't been there before) and they were doing the same security checks of everyone entering the building.<br /><br />If you want to read the full story, it's all over the wires - CNN, Reuters, etc. Or <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/17/world/europe/17paris.html" target="_blank">click here</a> and read the story that ran in the <span style="font-style:italic;">New York Times</span>.<br /><br />These are definitely crazy times. But despite it all I still believe you can't let fear stop you from living. When you do that, the terrorists win.Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-62930702275990107912008-12-15T22:07:00.010+01:002008-12-15T22:40:17.459+01:00Amazon.frSo I've been listening to French radio a lot and there are a couple artists I really like, so I wanted to buy their CDs. I went to the Virgin MegaStore, but they didn't have exactly what I was looking for. So I decided to do what I would do if I were in Florida - buy the CDs online on Amazon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44dVnuUY1lKOwRr0MYQHh4CfeCRAc1WHgmZTFXxAjaW6KbEKk-ZjjNjXRXbk0atoBZmDLuuCRKjHluuZHvaa7msxrovx2SNPUuns17Z1alUUbTjys_g-En8V3x_sATKmQrNBVm_zHQs4l/s1600-h/amazon_FR.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 28px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44dVnuUY1lKOwRr0MYQHh4CfeCRAc1WHgmZTFXxAjaW6KbEKk-ZjjNjXRXbk0atoBZmDLuuCRKjHluuZHvaa7msxrovx2SNPUuns17Z1alUUbTjys_g-En8V3x_sATKmQrNBVm_zHQs4l/s200/amazon_FR.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280130451703288338" /></a>While Amazon.com did have the CDs I was looking for - since they would be imports, the cost was high and the delivery time (on at least one) was several weeks. So I decided to be brave and go on Amazon.fr like a real Parisian would :-) <br /><br />Even though Amazon.fr is completely in French, the site is set up exactly like our English version. So between that and my newly found quasi-ability to discern some words in the French language, I found what I was looking for, put the items in my basket (or "panier" as it is called here), and placed my order - to be delivered to my address here in Paris.<br /><br />Success! Just 3 days later I checked my mailbox and voila - there were my CDs! I was very proud of myself :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSOtx8lwTfxNjY6QkJIKC6KK94KtQqKW944VkUxKl5KUkssOL8sHf8lm8y2iEWHqjrJCgUjhob4c6E-QD0qnIMzOnROqo3-TWEVPxKAnDb2KyUW_2JiXAE46X7qz3TqK-JG4z0a6moa0T/s1600-h/stanislas.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSOtx8lwTfxNjY6QkJIKC6KK94KtQqKW944VkUxKl5KUkssOL8sHf8lm8y2iEWHqjrJCgUjhob4c6E-QD0qnIMzOnROqo3-TWEVPxKAnDb2KyUW_2JiXAE46X7qz3TqK-JG4z0a6moa0T/s200/stanislas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280130601101364930" /></a>The one CD I bought is by Stanislas. Just Stanislas - like, just Madonna! The song of his that is on the radio all the time is called <span style="font-style:italic;">La Belle De Mai</span> - if you have RealPlayer installed on your computer, you can <a href="http://www.amazon.fr/gp/music/clipserve/B001G0PK8A001002/1/ref=mu_sam_ra001_002">click here</a> to listen to a clip of the song.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hMCL-oZUPWes5cyCd0Dy10eZtGMEH9Zw2Y5Xa523IoqZf_c_xVhBMhghQ0U7Av-mcqiTEl_nVv6gbZcN_KsznyjOJYrkh_aVKwwQ7WZF07JbupuSoIly_n7BtYJLzwl9hWwvY_wR9V8R/s1600-h/marcantoine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hMCL-oZUPWes5cyCd0Dy10eZtGMEH9Zw2Y5Xa523IoqZf_c_xVhBMhghQ0U7Av-mcqiTEl_nVv6gbZcN_KsznyjOJYrkh_aVKwwQ7WZF07JbupuSoIly_n7BtYJLzwl9hWwvY_wR9V8R/s200/marcantoine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280130742868463618" /></a>The other CD I bought is by Marc Antoine. There are a couple of songs on his CD that are on the radio a lot, but the most popular one is called <span style="font-style:italic;">Triste Novembre</span>. Again, if you have RealPlayer, you can <a href="http://www.amazon.fr/gp/music/clipserve/B0016L930A001005/1/ref=mu_sam_ra001_005">click here</a> to listen to a clip.<br /><br />I also ordered a copy of Ernest Hemingway's book <span style="font-style:italic;">A Moveable Feast</span> - in English of course! I decided since I kept running across that quote of his, that I should check out the book. Pretty interesting so far - it's a memoir of the time he spent living here in Paris in the 1920s. What's cool is that I've walked down all the streets he mentions and some of the cafes, restaurants, etc., he talks about are still around - so amazing. You know, I don't think I've ever read a book by Hemingway before. I wonder why I didn't have to in high school or college? Odd...Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-71527799629036692322008-12-15T18:45:00.000+01:002008-12-15T21:13:52.675+01:00Paris Department Stores ~ Christmas 2008The animated store windows at Printemps draw huge crowds each Christmas. And the huge Christmas Tree suspended from the beautiful ceiling of the Galeries Lafayette is truly a site to behold!<br /><br /><center><br /><object width="384" height="308"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/ED8AC3627B263063" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/ED8AC3627B263063" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="308"></embed></object><br /></center>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-29116515699546882502008-12-14T23:13:00.010+01:002008-12-15T22:48:16.493+01:00In Pursuit of Liberty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKrXCgkMQ4RatxqaJLBJRbcxSHjei3iiZ83MEQ6Wt8xCtMtpq1uC9AW2Y7FMQbexpdJ4hnXxwKCgTEBcA_OefXVmDA3WjJG2CRjTodo136G3xMNcQ98c30uf3PXPBJXVkbz2Uqe3Y-7-/s1600-h/DSCF5574.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKrXCgkMQ4RatxqaJLBJRbcxSHjei3iiZ83MEQ6Wt8xCtMtpq1uC9AW2Y7FMQbexpdJ4hnXxwKCgTEBcA_OefXVmDA3WjJG2CRjTodo136G3xMNcQ98c30uf3PXPBJXVkbz2Uqe3Y-7-/s200/DSCF5574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280112909950009442" /></a>New York Harbor? No. Try a tiny island in the middle of the river Seine, just a bit down and around the bend from the Eiffel Tower.<br /><br />I had seen Lady Liberty's twin before, but only while looking out of a moving train window. So I decided today that my quest would be to go and visit her. And just like the pursuit of liberty itself, it wasn't easy.<br /><br />Two Metro trains, a ride on the RER C and lots of walking later, I finally found myself standing at the base of the statue. No tourists here - none. Just a lone jogger. Granted, it was a cold and rainy day. But still, it was sort of sad - she looked kind of lonely.<br /><br />I wasn't clear about the history of the statue until I read the inscription on the base. Apparently this smaller version of the Statue of Liberty was presented to the city by the American Community in Paris in 1986 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of France giving the original statue to the United States in 1886 (on the 100th anniversary of the American Revolution in 1776). Kind of cool, huh? Lest there be any confusion here... FRANCE IS OUR FRIEND PEOPLE :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T8HjKoJFK96Voz7QZY7FxfuZ0ePimZE6HaUK9GWtlUmwltN76Kj58CmmmvQQIrbjbxTmVNw3CK4atdn48VNg8SN6CM_eg0B84P0bhcVog-VQSVFn3qhvkx6EcQwzlN30UlViA5G7mOA_/s1600-h/DSCF5584.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T8HjKoJFK96Voz7QZY7FxfuZ0ePimZE6HaUK9GWtlUmwltN76Kj58CmmmvQQIrbjbxTmVNw3CK4atdn48VNg8SN6CM_eg0B84P0bhcVog-VQSVFn3qhvkx6EcQwzlN30UlViA5G7mOA_/s200/DSCF5584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280115765595028146" /></a>I really wanted to get a photo of the statue with the Eiffel Tower in the background, but to do so, I had to walk way down river to the next bridge. Which I did. But the problem is that it is so far, that as you see in the photo, you can hardly see the statue. <br /><br />The trick - for those of you who come here someday and want to try this yourselves - is not to make this quest on foot. The best way to see (and best way to take photos of) Mademoiselle Liberty is by taking a boat ride down the Seine on one of the many Bateaux Mouches, and you'll float right by her.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec14paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/14/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-9667792433509513292008-12-13T23:33:00.005+01:002008-12-15T21:39:15.015+01:00Candlelight Christmas Concert @ The American Church in Paris<center><br /><object width="384" height="308"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/72AF45596CA0AC25"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/72AF45596CA0AC25" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="308"></embed></object><br /></center><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec13paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/13/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-75766333996936366592008-12-12T23:50:00.004+01:002008-12-13T14:41:27.533+01:00Musée du Louvre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCSDFWCOhHuLficlzqGpWtBCVyGyhyphenhyphenK_iB9qvGJd-GN3W22DXYPlX4k7GxZVLd2arjgPBfm4G-RQkdGYiIPEGohYETxQKGAfGOI52HLdq1LrNd87213Cm-w_sapn4CpVhTZVhM2kQlSMUL/s1600-h/DSCF5405.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCSDFWCOhHuLficlzqGpWtBCVyGyhyphenhyphenK_iB9qvGJd-GN3W22DXYPlX4k7GxZVLd2arjgPBfm4G-RQkdGYiIPEGohYETxQKGAfGOI52HLdq1LrNd87213Cm-w_sapn4CpVhTZVhM2kQlSMUL/s200/DSCF5405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279261635727621010" /></a>I finally made it to a museum! On Wednesdays & Fridays the Louvre is open well into the evening, so I took advantage of the extended hours and went.<br /><br />I decided to walk to the Louvre since it's only about 10 minutes away and I wanted the exercise. By the time I got there, my toes were literally numb and my face was frozen. It's really getting cold here! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRR9qT1d2rIl1fg71auK5RkZK70Ho8jEqfwNiYMAkiRwCYc8h2WyMFvM3uQUn33X89P8ahEjRv9rToLzHVL-yyPrkkqbKrGqHJlIIhdKPSKtlUOlMLNS_bg7-SlYqBK-6xTznJasYbBfE/s1600-h/DSCF5443.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRR9qT1d2rIl1fg71auK5RkZK70Ho8jEqfwNiYMAkiRwCYc8h2WyMFvM3uQUn33X89P8ahEjRv9rToLzHVL-yyPrkkqbKrGqHJlIIhdKPSKtlUOlMLNS_bg7-SlYqBK-6xTznJasYbBfE/s200/DSCF5443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279265745483956754" /></a>I bought my ticket online weeks ago on Ticketnet.fr - very convenient. You just order online and then pick up your ticket(s) at any Virgin Megastore (there happens to be one right around the corner from my apartment). Having a ticket in advance saves you a TON of time at the Louvre since you don't have to wait in long lines. If you are coming to Paris, you can order your tickets in advance while still in the US at Ticketweb.com and have them sent to you in the mail before you leave for Paris. Can't say enough about pre-purchasing/pre-reserving as much as possible online in advance of a trip here!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1HM605_bQyTkTLw4ipXkqN2XOxtIEfHeDnGn8YZVdoTHNkXBn-WBLEjrVvWN1DTzBkBel1ycPsCrBT3vFKgGeJiIQBz11dyCFC9Mc_29LqRuz5-Fmtwj_usIOuzvUqxrtQcTAWq3OM4y/s1600-h/DSCF5446.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1HM605_bQyTkTLw4ipXkqN2XOxtIEfHeDnGn8YZVdoTHNkXBn-WBLEjrVvWN1DTzBkBel1ycPsCrBT3vFKgGeJiIQBz11dyCFC9Mc_29LqRuz5-Fmtwj_usIOuzvUqxrtQcTAWq3OM4y/s200/DSCF5446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279264980911455762" /></a>I've been to the Louvre many times. And still, the size of the museum is overwhelming. I always start out attempting to use the map of the place to navigate around, but there are so many floors, hallways, staircases, chambers, etc., that it's literally like a maze. So I eventually give up and just start wandering around aimlessly. Tonight was no different :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95kYXbLD4Fw7Ntf0dkCKYRz-8ddzs1WmHRoxP82myltSP0p9jutGsadO1SB7X26XQSZh3_ropAvaE3wy0yg2I_mq4Ga48AiKba_hwmBwJFHbUYyEJPM2pqsPMOHSchJdNvo-IiDFv53zn/s1600-h/DSCF5427.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95kYXbLD4Fw7Ntf0dkCKYRz-8ddzs1WmHRoxP82myltSP0p9jutGsadO1SB7X26XQSZh3_ropAvaE3wy0yg2I_mq4Ga48AiKba_hwmBwJFHbUYyEJPM2pqsPMOHSchJdNvo-IiDFv53zn/s200/DSCF5427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279265221391556466" /></a>I guess I spent about 3-4 hours at the museum tonight. I know, it doesn't seem like nearly enough time, does it? But you could spend months/years here and still not see everything. A few hours was all my feet could take! Before leaving, I grabbed a quick bit to eat in the food court in the Carousel du Louvre - an underground shopping area connected to the museum.<br /><br />After leaving the Louvre, I walked down the Rue de Rivoli for a bit where there are a ton of touristy souvenir stores. But it was so cold, I finally had to just dart into a Metro entrance and head home. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />p.s. Congratulations to Sherri & Chris who got married today in Atlanta!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec12paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos from the Louvre (12/12/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-38094840802482255862008-12-11T23:07:00.002+01:002008-12-12T23:38:40.940+01:00Marché de Noël at St-Sulspice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2eErZsxTpMThQf8O-GWXow74kPwxOAoV4ySWh8WF_xqGp4aoQeL-33WEHzeMl3-76yIB8qzBLFgrgwbWOGhEUU1cDLHVKKYlf-uTiM3EHrjuHqJGoZBuw9WWANYy9QixccQCOsuGCxWS/s1600-h/DSCF5385.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2eErZsxTpMThQf8O-GWXow74kPwxOAoV4ySWh8WF_xqGp4aoQeL-33WEHzeMl3-76yIB8qzBLFgrgwbWOGhEUU1cDLHVKKYlf-uTiM3EHrjuHqJGoZBuw9WWANYy9QixccQCOsuGCxWS/s200/DSCF5385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279030331837906050" /></a>In my quest to go to as many of the Christmas Markets in Paris as I can, I went to one at St-Suspice after school today since it is only one metro stop away from the Alliance Francais. What I've noticed is that most of the Marchés de Noël basically sell the same items - candles, jewelry, scarves/hats/gloves, Russian crafts (nesting dolls, etc.), wooden toys and candy, meats and other delicacies. But it's still fun going to them to people watch and get into the holiday spirit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oLO-FYccvnesGLQ-W0e8UnEmVZ6q_dC3P7D2kmX2IUfXdBncBLEeWxH7nc5dVuFcf-hq15ybxTO9zOpSLJ9cYJbaOVhhIpF0CXi-upbLh6DsNVyIUap2locCWsKKQkS8fpd36VUU4iic/s1600-h/DSCF5389.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oLO-FYccvnesGLQ-W0e8UnEmVZ6q_dC3P7D2kmX2IUfXdBncBLEeWxH7nc5dVuFcf-hq15ybxTO9zOpSLJ9cYJbaOVhhIpF0CXi-upbLh6DsNVyIUap2locCWsKKQkS8fpd36VUU4iic/s200/DSCF5389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279029418116957714" /></a>One thing you see being sold everywhere - in the Marchés de Noël as well as on the street outside the big department stores - are hot chestnuts. Or "Marrons Chauds" as they are called in French. <br /><br />I thought this photo of two little girls waiting for their marrons was really cute! You can see on the sign that the other holiday favorite is listed as well... vin chaud (hot wine) - for the parents!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec11paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/11/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-87681051674682759572008-12-11T22:50:00.007+01:002008-12-12T23:37:18.921+01:00Le Police... on Rollerblades?!?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePdYVzX7sGNKkB0Pb1GCRKh6PTyxOsxUwTlgHiXm6zPrUY-aKtJxQP5VVbTpBYjlmYxYh-9O3Csz4fQmid5D8-1pF2uEacpr7Er76ufF18wumn0sNOXDHNKsJ5MMffX-8NwT_dIE7BWvX/s1600-h/DSCF5390.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePdYVzX7sGNKkB0Pb1GCRKh6PTyxOsxUwTlgHiXm6zPrUY-aKtJxQP5VVbTpBYjlmYxYh-9O3Csz4fQmid5D8-1pF2uEacpr7Er76ufF18wumn0sNOXDHNKsJ5MMffX-8NwT_dIE7BWvX/s200/DSCF5390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279032727335057026" /></a>I'm really not sure what to make of it, but I've seen a lot of police in Paris patrolling the streets on rollerblades!<br /><br />This photo of the rollerblading crime fighters was taken at the Christmas Market at St-Sulspice. But I've also seen them on the street! I saw two rollerblading police flag down and pull over a car today on a very busy street for a traffic infraction. And much to my amazement, the car actually pulled over! <br /><br />I'm not sure if the rollerblades are an attempt to save on fuel or emissions or if there is something else behind it. I need to research this - inquiring minds want to know!Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-78594284059262969662008-12-10T22:30:00.015+01:002008-12-12T23:06:03.313+01:00Forum des Halles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgB8CBo3hiZsQMBCikuoOJjqB2yWsG4gSEkDuORIf8repAfQpGaQ1g9nwKwEMUPT7uw0xuzc8EUNW44tRT8QPlqqd4ODI1ys1NXA-ZzZHhQ0OkVLUs7k3VthaWAwXs4gowODn5m1qEkgH/s1600-h/DSCF2950.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgB8CBo3hiZsQMBCikuoOJjqB2yWsG4gSEkDuORIf8repAfQpGaQ1g9nwKwEMUPT7uw0xuzc8EUNW44tRT8QPlqqd4ODI1ys1NXA-ZzZHhQ0OkVLUs7k3VthaWAwXs4gowODn5m1qEkgH/s200/DSCF2950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279021906042372242" /></a>Very early on in my trip I walked around in the area over by the Forum des Halles - a big underground shopping complex fairly close to my apartment (check out the photos from November 2nd). I decided to walk back over there tonight and actually spend some time looking around.<br /><br />Most Parisians consider the Forum des Halles an eyesore - I tend to agree. It's basically a huge hole in the ground with a glass roof. It sticks out like a sore thumb amidst the beauty of the 1st Arrondisement (home of the Louvre and many quaint streets and markets).<br /><br />Like the big shopping mall out by La Defense (Quarte Temps), walking around the Forum des Halles reminded me a lot of being in a South Florida mall - lots of rowdy teenagers hanging out, big crowds, and way too much commercialism. <br /><br />Having been to both malls now, while the Forum des Halles is much closer to central Paris, the Quart Temps mall out by La Defense is much nicer. If you feel you "have" to go to a mall in Paris, I'd recommend going to Quart Temps.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxFPwCPF1RWCg1PgwkC0uFFut8DhyphenhyphenNtritS86J2YE-Os0TQdC13QMJY-ThYbukwLrsdUiiXXhEL4WRCLmz_6-3Iad5WPf7Ex41WlP5HKGRs0lgc1vSqu0Po8GrFjG5unhbvTR4J3N8dGu/s1600-h/DSCF5376.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxFPwCPF1RWCg1PgwkC0uFFut8DhyphenhyphenNtritS86J2YE-Os0TQdC13QMJY-ThYbukwLrsdUiiXXhEL4WRCLmz_6-3Iad5WPf7Ex41WlP5HKGRs0lgc1vSqu0Po8GrFjG5unhbvTR4J3N8dGu/s200/DSCF5376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279022763775868930" /></a>I didn't actually buy anything, but I have had to stop myself from buying any more clothes. For one thing, none of these winter clothes are wearable in Florida! For another, I'm starting to worry that even with 4 suitcases I'm not going to be able to fit everything in - ha! But I do have to say it has been a lot of fun wearing winter clothes and observing the Paris fashion scene and trying to replicate it :-)<br /><br /><br />p.s. Sadly, there has been no more snow since yesterday afternoon's freezing rain/snow flurry showers :-(Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-62585768603983601992008-12-09T15:45:00.001+01:002008-12-12T23:49:36.741+01:00It Finally Snowed Today ...for a few minutes anyhow!So while I was sitting in class today, I looked out the window at about 12:15pm and....... it was snowing!<br /><br />Everyone - even the teacher - was excited :-) We all gawked for a few minute then when back to work. Of course, I was VERY distracted. I guess I was kind of like a kid up north who can't concentrate in school the first day it snows because she's anxious to get outside and play it in!<br /><br />Of course by the time class let out at 1pm it had stopped. Well, it didn't stop exactly. Stuff was still falling from the sky, but instead of pretty snowflakes it was now freezing rain :-( That continued for the next hour or so as I darted in and out of shops over by the Catacombs (Metro: Denfert Rochereau). Every now and then the snowflakes would resume but by the time I'd grab my camera... freezing rain again - grrrr! I figured the temperature must be hovering just at freezing for it to keep going back and forth between rain and snow - sure enough, weather.com says the temp is 34 degrees, so that explains it.<br /><br />I finally decided to head home. My hair was soaking wet from the freezing rain, I still had my school books with me and I was cold and hungry. Plus, the last couple of days I've felt like I was coming down with a cold. I'm trying really hard to fight it off (I'm so glad I remembered to bring vitamins and cold medicine with me) so I figured walking around in freezing rain any longer than I already had probably wasn't the best course of action. I really need to find a hat I look decent in! Or carry a snow/freezing rain umbrella with me at all times :-)<br /><br />So now I'm back in my warm apartment (yes, the heat is on) and I just had a nice hot lunch (left over pot roast I made on Sunday). I think I may stay in and rest this afternoon, even though it's only 3:45pm. I sort of feel bad wasting the afternoon inside, but I really don't want to get sick. Plus, I have homework to do - ha! <br /><br />Of course I reserve the right to go out later if it starts snowing again - to play in it and take video :-) I have my curtains open and I'm sitting right in front of the window to keep watch!Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-81001599698293183242008-12-07T20:12:00.014+01:002008-12-12T23:41:03.630+01:00Sunday Stroll Down the Boulevard St-GermainA really cool thing in Paris is that on the first Sunday of every month, most of the museums are free - for everyone! They are always free to people under 25 (which is also a fantastic thing), but on the first Sunday of the month they open up for the masses. This is such a great way to get kids involved in art and culture from an early age and to give families something to do together that doesn't cost anything. I love France!<br /><br />Of course as with anything that is "free" there are the corresponding long lines to go along with it. And so, just like last month on the first Sunday of the month - I tried to go to a museum (the Musee Orsay) - but when I got there, I just couldn't deal with the idea of waiting in line for an hour to get in. The temperature was in the mid-30s today and I was fine as long as I kept moving, so I decided instead to take a long walk from the Musee Orsay all the way down the Boulevard St-Germain through the Latin Quarter and over to Notre Dame Cathedral.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KyICWnEFt1ObMeLX8Ydxl88rhVJNcZhdSvbCc58jHaoiDU-yEPsHLUXv1kgMeqv1-vSkhn7r1KnpRqeEDBQ1OC0WWCHDp3vTxR2JWPd8ydcc-F6cZIbUGpEMHXpXsKjsmd32QqwBuhT9/s1600-h/DSCF5262.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KyICWnEFt1ObMeLX8Ydxl88rhVJNcZhdSvbCc58jHaoiDU-yEPsHLUXv1kgMeqv1-vSkhn7r1KnpRqeEDBQ1OC0WWCHDp3vTxR2JWPd8ydcc-F6cZIbUGpEMHXpXsKjsmd32QqwBuhT9/s200/DSCF5262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277118891750342338" /></a>It's a Sunday afternoon ritual for Parisians to stroll down the Boulevard St-Germain. You could see that it was mostly locals walking around. There are lots of stores to window shop in - antiques, furniture, clothes - and of course lots of cafes. <br /><br />I passed by two cafes - almost next door to one another - that have a history of being the hangouts of intellectuals and artists, the Cafe de Flore and Les Deux Magots. Back in the 1920-30s, Earnest Hemingway, Oscar Wilde and Picasso used to hang out at Les Deux Magots! Today apparently, the Cafe de Flore is the more "fashionable" of the two cafes to people watch from :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg380dODicIa4nDnkEZKkviwtmYDf4nmAi5din8X359qwiasR9CzORkMFLphnL65QEs1jBY-RpTUoyj90LPbSzkrFs0PhriqaV7KlfqZU_UVZluZxqq_g37ws2Jj8mxbDfkA5vyWEUILqzQ/s1600-h/DSCF5266.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg380dODicIa4nDnkEZKkviwtmYDf4nmAi5din8X359qwiasR9CzORkMFLphnL65QEs1jBY-RpTUoyj90LPbSzkrFs0PhriqaV7KlfqZU_UVZluZxqq_g37ws2Jj8mxbDfkA5vyWEUILqzQ/s200/DSCF5266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277142181701222610" /></a>Speaking of Hemingway... I recently discovered a great quote by him and then coincidentally when I was in the Shakespeare and Company bookstore today, saw it again up on the wall...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young [wo]man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."</span> - Earnest Hemingway<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec7paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/07/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-52273638647716057532008-12-07T19:59:00.008+01:002008-12-12T23:40:29.492+01:00Marché de Noël at St-Germain des-Pres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Ood9-NHTaABlyWbq7RoMwvBY28QmXEhYoUd8e_Fdj_8klBl406Cms3GqXKvjHBWTpwz3Osd4AbqhtOu01qy94iwrnR8DUTd0DExkwrOBkpRhk2mN97NYgKMvrQ8-useXVjRFTrPt82kG/s1600-h/DSCF5272.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Ood9-NHTaABlyWbq7RoMwvBY28QmXEhYoUd8e_Fdj_8klBl406Cms3GqXKvjHBWTpwz3Osd4AbqhtOu01qy94iwrnR8DUTd0DExkwrOBkpRhk2mN97NYgKMvrQ8-useXVjRFTrPt82kG/s200/DSCF5272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277148937006823282" /></a>As I strolled down the Boulevard St-Germain this afternoon, I came across another Marché de Noël at the Eglise St-Germain des-Pres. Since it was daytime, the photos will give you a better idea of what the Marchés de Noël are like - cute little houses selling holiday gifts and treats. <br /><br />Many of the marchés sell similar things. But some are different. I went to one at the Gare de l'Est last night that only had candy and wine - TONS of wine. And free taste testing! (David & Christine, I thought about how much you two would have loved that!) <br /><br />It's so festive running across Marchés de Noël all around the city!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec7paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/07/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-19589637437558627802008-12-07T19:49:00.013+01:002008-12-15T15:08:31.662+01:00Organ Recital at Notre Dame Cathedral<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyenTnQLpuGS_2GorHpt1j448cZlvGby3ZqekQaKIp4Beyt9htvP34poQC88FQjfVJIzt5LIJzdNX8tFV2OfeXpm-f84Fp5WIufqAaAkbzOyAa4gDd7Rna3IXgB1g2IWunGqazFMx-UUYo/s1600-h/DSCF5286.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyenTnQLpuGS_2GorHpt1j448cZlvGby3ZqekQaKIp4Beyt9htvP34poQC88FQjfVJIzt5LIJzdNX8tFV2OfeXpm-f84Fp5WIufqAaAkbzOyAa4gDd7Rna3IXgB1g2IWunGqazFMx-UUYo/s200/DSCF5286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277125641349657714" /></a>At the end of my walk, I found myself over in the Latin Quarter and stopped in the Shakespeare and Company bookstore to browse around. It's a tiny little place with books stacked from floor to ceiling. Probably the most famous English language book shop in Paris, there are a lot of book readings and signings that take place here. If you saw the movie "Before Sunset" you'll recognize the place - it's the bookshop where the movie begins.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UOpZ729p6hitrrl-UMegQint1W4XSsKHJfz2yxKA2FFrD6_YgiZ_HGmfy8BTGSOjaYzCQWUHP1XSyxhCdOpGT-2ObO65kS1T-5OWxoHCrYe90htegF356xJFSsqXKx3mz8E4P9AEEAw_/s1600-h/DSCF5362.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UOpZ729p6hitrrl-UMegQint1W4XSsKHJfz2yxKA2FFrD6_YgiZ_HGmfy8BTGSOjaYzCQWUHP1XSyxhCdOpGT-2ObO65kS1T-5OWxoHCrYe90htegF356xJFSsqXKx3mz8E4P9AEEAw_/s200/DSCF5362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277125424465493202" /></a>Afterward, I walked across the street to Notre Dame. They have the big Christmas tree up now in front of the church - so pretty! I read online this morning that there was going to be an organ recital today at 4:30pm so I got there just in time to sit down and enjoy it.<br /><br />The church was packed and when the sound of that huge pipe organ began reverberating off the walls and ceiling of Notre Dame, it was incredible. I took some video so you could listen too!<br /><br /><center><br /><object width="384" height="308"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/C9568FA5A3D9C97F" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/C9568FA5A3D9C97F" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="308"></embed></object><br /></center><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec7paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/07/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-35429881632969523642008-12-05T23:57:00.016+01:002008-12-06T22:13:19.892+01:00Les Marchés de Noël à Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiux8pka4j6SjaA3YMtO-bvUDo4ymwG6GgxYzUL2j8Com4kjwcrlGgPV4V01ZeauLiD7xN6_kGm_cxTW1feVzmpTPaeNxUGI0HaYlH0qYKz1xZHenmFVFsI5U-Q_mTWNsDm78PgHtXGZpd7/s1600-h/DSCF5213.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiux8pka4j6SjaA3YMtO-bvUDo4ymwG6GgxYzUL2j8Com4kjwcrlGgPV4V01ZeauLiD7xN6_kGm_cxTW1feVzmpTPaeNxUGI0HaYlH0qYKz1xZHenmFVFsI5U-Q_mTWNsDm78PgHtXGZpd7/s200/DSCF5213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276777485321318482" /></a>One of the wonderful things about being in Paris at Christmas is being able to go to the Marchés de Noël (Christmas Markets) set up all around the city. The many booths in the markets sell handmade crafts, jewelry, wine, candy, toys and other gifts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge31yU_pcuQulpvdI8Dsw4d-DWvoDGP9UEoYji3wBzVkTu6c8uN36EAN22EqwZA3dkCnttVbN5l6xxGnKn8OKGCPQn73pTkD1Hly07NaRzZeCjKlq1s0Ov1qserAYK2Wyi5GsocCZjwpTU/s1600-h/DSCF5243.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge31yU_pcuQulpvdI8Dsw4d-DWvoDGP9UEoYji3wBzVkTu6c8uN36EAN22EqwZA3dkCnttVbN5l6xxGnKn8OKGCPQn73pTkD1Hly07NaRzZeCjKlq1s0Ov1qserAYK2Wyi5GsocCZjwpTU/s200/DSCF5243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276777669845608866" /></a>And of course there are many stands selling food and drink to sustain the shoppers, including all the traditional French favorites. The drink of choice that I saw everyone walking around with was Vin Chaud (Hot Wine). Leave it to the French...<br /><br />So tonight I decided to check out two of the largest markets - first the one at the Grande Arche at La Défense and then the one that winds all the way up the Avenue des Champs Elysées. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdK_7h_3lFu_1JwHK2fi5gf_ilmDBY3TDvNRAYoA5DNGXHuWHg5XZI0QhO7zPzIDokwbx4n0NOHcei3XikPuYruLaTW8OMrWxa3IyKvMFkwSKrvacWoK7hlolp44WF3jntTGYiSq-SnAJ/s1600-h/DSCF5114.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdK_7h_3lFu_1JwHK2fi5gf_ilmDBY3TDvNRAYoA5DNGXHuWHg5XZI0QhO7zPzIDokwbx4n0NOHcei3XikPuYruLaTW8OMrWxa3IyKvMFkwSKrvacWoK7hlolp44WF3jntTGYiSq-SnAJ/s200/DSCF5114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276777967372578386" /></a>If you go up to the top of the Arc de Triumph you have a view straight down the Champs Elysées. And if you turn around and look the opposite direction, in the distance you see another Arc - the Grand Arche at La Défense at the edge of central Paris. The Grand Arche is interesting architecturally speaking. If you look closely, you'll see windows on the inside of the Grand Arche as it is an office complex. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcU8oR4Nf92c4yocMpbsx6uswT3sV9ISwSyfojRkXZFh6j4-Kge9EO1HxM1c1Y1egcqvAGUTUcnCbdUlrUO7qQGlylaQ2_WPedYazEPXX3oa2JaDlHE-vGU6g-XNMT2QI0KhX-Xstasvo/s1600-h/DSCF5112.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcU8oR4Nf92c4yocMpbsx6uswT3sV9ISwSyfojRkXZFh6j4-Kge9EO1HxM1c1Y1egcqvAGUTUcnCbdUlrUO7qQGlylaQ2_WPedYazEPXX3oa2JaDlHE-vGU6g-XNMT2QI0KhX-Xstasvo/s200/DSCF5112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276778492662334130" /></a>This is the business district of Paris and when you are out here, you really don't even feel like you are in Paris anymore because you are surrounded by modern architecture, glass buildings and skyscrapers. And there's a shopping mall called the Quarte Temps right next to the Arche. I actually attended an Internet World conference here at La Défense back in 1995 (yikes, that was a long time ago!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCEOU_3Y_Ry6aas34Gr8L_InIjnIXWABHoFG0MJTPeQv61k08s2Ur2niU_gmrbRn9xGb2HlBCYtrjSaJUIRSedN6QCOQCe7aCP0J5jqO26yfAVVNgNvYj7LmdMqvSCALlRm-1YVVgIfMX/s1600-h/DSCF5122.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCEOU_3Y_Ry6aas34Gr8L_InIjnIXWABHoFG0MJTPeQv61k08s2Ur2niU_gmrbRn9xGb2HlBCYtrjSaJUIRSedN6QCOQCe7aCP0J5jqO26yfAVVNgNvYj7LmdMqvSCALlRm-1YVVgIfMX/s200/DSCF5122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276778734444514722" /></a>The Christmas Market was huge and very fun to walk through. Sort of what you'd expect from a Christmas sale at a Church at home around this time of year, but much larger. The other difference is that these markets are open everyday throughout the month of December for the French to do their holiday shopping and take the kids to get into the holiday spirit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPp0WV8uGok9aXOk-H_VKDXu6MZUMDDe7bl76roRaLwFjcWJTaQevqU9pmpa7pKKdFsZvtN0lmsF6bDePhBePEeJY4sS5y7GAVXklY2T4EhDj7s-JUGRLzckWaCDvQ1DcMetzXKwhUT2k/s1600-h/DSCF5149.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPp0WV8uGok9aXOk-H_VKDXu6MZUMDDe7bl76roRaLwFjcWJTaQevqU9pmpa7pKKdFsZvtN0lmsF6bDePhBePEeJY4sS5y7GAVXklY2T4EhDj7s-JUGRLzckWaCDvQ1DcMetzXKwhUT2k/s200/DSCF5149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276778976623527266" /></a>Before heading over to the Champs Elysées, I decided to pop into the Quarte Temps shopping mall to see what it was like. Just like home - three stories worth of retail therapy for the young, trendy and those without the time or desire to meander through the traditional Christmas markets set up all around town. The mall was packed. I got out of there as quick as I could!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9f60wwW-PCJ-soPdXwcK8f1QQ7zkiPpc7B968F5PY06KAecpz84nViEGUSHaiBAoOwAUeL9Cumf6eoSyRA8WiYfJF60jwTqRzEplOxSKrg10LJUeXsdZHRW79HCIYlEcYp-f7PY_oXkXo/s1600-h/DSCF5230.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9f60wwW-PCJ-soPdXwcK8f1QQ7zkiPpc7B968F5PY06KAecpz84nViEGUSHaiBAoOwAUeL9Cumf6eoSyRA8WiYfJF60jwTqRzEplOxSKrg10LJUeXsdZHRW79HCIYlEcYp-f7PY_oXkXo/s200/DSCF5230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276779228658897586" /></a>When I got off the Metro at the Place de Concorde, I was delighted to see the trees lining the Champs Elysées sparkling with lights all the way up to the Arc de Triumph. The Christmas market stalls lined both sides of the street so I walked all the way up one side, then down the other! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq0qZe7bFYH6dAyOBUCBRYFIjM1yjgNIUo0_4YENmmJgpNTXz26lM3N3fiR6QUy5qhd-lwiVZl4kk8Zf7elSuhgPg92u1pfyAvYubcX_SMtMDx8qGRhEOsMER7sAaOk4kiW70Kxxg9v2_/s1600-h/DSCF5182.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq0qZe7bFYH6dAyOBUCBRYFIjM1yjgNIUo0_4YENmmJgpNTXz26lM3N3fiR6QUy5qhd-lwiVZl4kk8Zf7elSuhgPg92u1pfyAvYubcX_SMtMDx8qGRhEOsMER7sAaOk4kiW70Kxxg9v2_/s200/DSCF5182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276779453741005138" /></a>Before starting my trek though, I decided to go up in the giant ferris wheel to get a birds eye view of all the sparkling lights of the city. The ride was brief, but the view was spectacular! I was in a cabin with a grandmother and her two young grandsons. It was so cute to see how excited the kids were as the grandmother pointed out all the monuments to them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UDCDPzI1HVn6SfOeLH1ESvsuy_-hFXim8nOYAzORcjYHfXE5AsYOD52cNecgjQecVXQTyPwrGBNY4ncZsFBhDvLoJWAV_wmPxnycPng2_wcLRuF5X99nhuCKqIJ2UPUA3U1Fnel6cdWs/s1600-h/DSCF5240.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UDCDPzI1HVn6SfOeLH1ESvsuy_-hFXim8nOYAzORcjYHfXE5AsYOD52cNecgjQecVXQTyPwrGBNY4ncZsFBhDvLoJWAV_wmPxnycPng2_wcLRuF5X99nhuCKqIJ2UPUA3U1Fnel6cdWs/s200/DSCF5240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276779638608488002" /></a>Just like in the market at the Grande Arche, most everyone walking up the Champs Elysées had a cup of steaming hot wine in their hands as a way to take the edge off the chill in the night air! But the cold definitely made it feel like Christmas. Sadly, still no snow yet though!<br /><br />In addition to the booths there were also some carnival games and even a place for kids to have their picture taken with Père Noël (Father Christmas) - or as we call him, Santa Clause! <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec5paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/05/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-77201803468955707122008-12-05T23:30:00.000+01:002008-12-06T20:57:31.293+01:00$108 Million in Diamonds Stolen in Paris Last Night!Did you hear about this??? It's apparently one of the world's largest jewel heists!<br /><br />Good thing I decided to go walking down the Champs Elysee TONIGHT and not last night.<br /><br /><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081205/ap_on_re_eu/eu_france_jewel_robbery">Click here</a> to read all about it!Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-7321404489502649862008-12-04T21:18:00.023+01:002008-12-13T15:30:42.762+01:00Back home.... um, I mean in Paris ;-)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-4vL6RrTAw-BIovi7K3VELPQe3tkBWtu80DYbuILtQOsmy_rtYypxD1pkYCWnao4wJVqJzLm_WBD6Q9SEu0tq3SnuuuorEchrTIXplww5G9B_jZnEqAR9JQ35kv9Qsq64eW03Mj_qcMl/s1600-h/DSCF5083.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-4vL6RrTAw-BIovi7K3VELPQe3tkBWtu80DYbuILtQOsmy_rtYypxD1pkYCWnao4wJVqJzLm_WBD6Q9SEu0tq3SnuuuorEchrTIXplww5G9B_jZnEqAR9JQ35kv9Qsq64eW03Mj_qcMl/s200/DSCF5083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276052385727321650" /></a>After a very brief, but great visit to Florida for my birthday, I flew back to Paris Tuesday night. When I arrived yesterday and got back to my apartment, it wasn't as strange of a feeling as when I got back to Florida last week. But I was still a little out of sorts - probably more due to the jet lag than anything else. I slept 12 hours last night and woke up today ready to resume the Paris Adventure. I am so happy I brought back lots of warm, and fairly stylish, Paris-looking clothes. My outfit du jour... don't I (sort of) look Parisian?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-H2VBqCin35VACBoHBqjGGaGrfGXy2tV73q3FlAUO8Xr6c0AFg7Fx8BEQG-I2CncPY37VK26TKTX6tOvBT9r5qAonDjmES1I9XZlH9PpfGNZXaJKPqSOwnysbXBwpCIvVO75ma5vsfQ8/s1600-h/DSCF4982.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-H2VBqCin35VACBoHBqjGGaGrfGXy2tV73q3FlAUO8Xr6c0AFg7Fx8BEQG-I2CncPY37VK26TKTX6tOvBT9r5qAonDjmES1I9XZlH9PpfGNZXaJKPqSOwnysbXBwpCIvVO75ma5vsfQ8/s200/DSCF4982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276050461083504194" /></a>First stop was the American Church in Paris. This church is famous for being sort of a social hub/community center for American expats living in Paris. They have bulletin boards with notices posted for housing, employment, social gatherings, etc. The ACP was the first American church established on foreign soil (in 1814) and the present building the church occupies has been in operation since 1929.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHpbrvYCYjNO3za7IOVEENbZTpkRlVxuJ2-iNqqNPanxLcIK8qOWP3w-8K1mJuUzuokhce41kZZLmwTXJitMmRaLAi8ss9C7mjIkWBJ2tBGdchwrqT9NKmOGb8i6NrmZGRzFicCQtkxJA/s1600-h/DSCF4981.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHpbrvYCYjNO3za7IOVEENbZTpkRlVxuJ2-iNqqNPanxLcIK8qOWP3w-8K1mJuUzuokhce41kZZLmwTXJitMmRaLAi8ss9C7mjIkWBJ2tBGdchwrqT9NKmOGb8i6NrmZGRzFicCQtkxJA/s200/DSCF4981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276050863333865026" /></a>Next Saturday night the church is having a special Candlelight Christmas Concert and I bought a ticket to attend - I can't wait! There will be a choir, instrumentalists and handbell players - songs will be in French and English. (Little known fact: I played in a handbell choir for about 3 years in my early teens). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U8Re1JK5romtqUK_iC5piSem4pClI1ihSHuCFL7yVhscl9p7i8Ex91iAfDm0ZS270JV-Kz_R3h8b4GJwlgmUXBLwwE_plSCBBpY9my-ZjmpsX1Za28Wa3_gGKqOgG34XBUmA5Caluxq0/s1600-h/DSCF5058.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U8Re1JK5romtqUK_iC5piSem4pClI1ihSHuCFL7yVhscl9p7i8Ex91iAfDm0ZS270JV-Kz_R3h8b4GJwlgmUXBLwwE_plSCBBpY9my-ZjmpsX1Za28Wa3_gGKqOgG34XBUmA5Caluxq0/s200/DSCF5058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276051216761198674" /></a>After my visit to the ACP, I made my way over to the Hotel des Invalides (note "hotel" in French when referring to a site, usually means hall or large building - not a place to rent a room). Anyhow, the Hotel des Invalides is where you find Napoleon's Tomb. This is another one of those sites that I've tried to get to on previous trips but somehow never visited. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfz_xmOpAa4FGK1npXjITdQzzgRI8b2xGpzQnA5Jho1IeQ75Klpoe15QSVN1dDPhIdGRNKtFsdFIrCrAL9_hYXx3berlS2NU7kWr-AZRPagv0a1YB61CWx6TD0pEh3vA4LOmJRUSk8vBsh/s1600-h/DSCF5038.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfz_xmOpAa4FGK1npXjITdQzzgRI8b2xGpzQnA5Jho1IeQ75Klpoe15QSVN1dDPhIdGRNKtFsdFIrCrAL9_hYXx3berlS2NU7kWr-AZRPagv0a1YB61CWx6TD0pEh3vA4LOmJRUSk8vBsh/s200/DSCF5038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276051831649362066" /></a>Napoleon's coffin is HUGE. Actually, he is inside 5 coffins all of which are inside a giant sarcophagus! The most interesting thing about visiting Invalides - at least to me - was the inside of the beautiful gold dome that is so visible on the Paris skyline and is immediately above Napoleon's tomb. On the grounds there is also a military museum (but I didn't go in that part - mostly because it was close to closing time).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZAsdesAU9sfDjLwSlCC6hMDJicXc67dBK-TrNOZF-iFStrl2hNxdBfsJ89wYrmigGYRWdFC2EJnh8LEOjhlwADhpG1-1XLD6YYolZM9UARw3iIkVP9CPU3J7EjeRxJAu65zRDyhzbkfz/s1600-h/DSCF5069.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZAsdesAU9sfDjLwSlCC6hMDJicXc67dBK-TrNOZF-iFStrl2hNxdBfsJ89wYrmigGYRWdFC2EJnh8LEOjhlwADhpG1-1XLD6YYolZM9UARw3iIkVP9CPU3J7EjeRxJAu65zRDyhzbkfz/s200/DSCF5069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276052053553438754" /></a>The plan for after visiting with Napoleon was to go to the Musee Orsay (you know, I have yet to visit a museum since I've been in Paris!). But as I walked in that direction - and stopped to get a piping hot Crepe Fromage - I saw a small street that was all lit up with Christmas lights. So like a moth to a flame, I walked towards the bright, shiny lights :-) The area was Rue Cler and there were so many cute shops that I decided to just wander around this area tonight and visit the museum another time. Such a festive atmosphere! After a couple of hours, I headed back home after making a quick stop at the market for a fresh supply of Brie and Coke Light ;-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6c7m5MK3GPIivXt3kUoimR_VifN6IkM2GORqdv0CBThwa3z_0ekqdQVbFOBMQRSXhhppi4vUSZLZZGsh_uJLu48zT8JNZ3oODBZ5iNQfxsGn3rJrnR9rCPmg-pi_cnUCKBU2Bn_v7QvH/s1600-h/DSCF5086.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6c7m5MK3GPIivXt3kUoimR_VifN6IkM2GORqdv0CBThwa3z_0ekqdQVbFOBMQRSXhhppi4vUSZLZZGsh_uJLu48zT8JNZ3oODBZ5iNQfxsGn3rJrnR9rCPmg-pi_cnUCKBU2Bn_v7QvH/s200/DSCF5086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276052210919757986" /></a>During the week I was in Florida, Christmas decorations started going up in Paris. Around every corner is a Christmas tree, beautifully decorated store window or as in the case above, whole streets decked out with lights. Holiday spirit is definitely in the air - especially with the cold weather. Now it just needs to snow while I'm here! <br /><br />I brought a little Christmas tree back with me, so between that and the xmas lights I strung up a few weeks ago, my studio is looking quite festive and cozy. I have a scarf wrapped around the base of the tree - kind of like the Charlie Brown Christmas where Linus wraps his blanket around the base of the sad little tree Charlie Brown brings back for the Christmas play :-)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/dec4paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (12/04/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-72371748483638838762008-11-27T21:26:00.012+01:002008-11-28T15:53:19.855+01:00Happy Thanksgiving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZChoYRg0ZCvB2gmxBUhBKMcYP6eZWshPDowhREwcYYf8iU4KTZ1SoTdaKyeIAMX8Oks3m5j83gEDlW4JzXesNJAgwn5m6iRfdh1z3bzPH7pcflf89tdDdc42j2C6ef486aRirGr8dRKB/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZChoYRg0ZCvB2gmxBUhBKMcYP6eZWshPDowhREwcYYf8iU4KTZ1SoTdaKyeIAMX8Oks3m5j83gEDlW4JzXesNJAgwn5m6iRfdh1z3bzPH7pcflf89tdDdc42j2C6ef486aRirGr8dRKB/s200/DSCF0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273595013607024034" /></a>Got back to Florida last night and I'm still pretty disoriented - not so much from the jet lag, but from being thrust back into "this" reality after a month living a completely different kind of life. It's hard to describe what it's like to be back. On one hand, it feels like it's been forever that I've been gone. On the other, I can easily see being able to slip right back into this life and have Paris seem like a distant memory pretty quickly - almost like a wonderful dream you're sad to wake up from. Such a strange feeling. Luckily I don't have to wake up just yet!<br /><br />You know, after not driving for a month I thought it would feel weird, but it didn't (guess it's like riding a bike). Ironically though, it took me a few minutes to remember how to use my TV remotes and the TIVO ;-) My house seems so big - given that I've been basically living in one room the past month. But I miss my little place in Paris and I'm anxious to get back to begin "leg 2" of this journey.<br /><br />After a brief visit to take care of some logistical issues and see family and friends... I'll be flying back to Paris this coming Tuesday, December 2nd.<br /><br />Once I'm back in Paris next week, I'll resume my daily blogging and posting of photos for the remainder of my stay. <br /><br />So beginning next Wednesday, start checking back again as I continue my Adventure in the City of Lights... an opportunity and experience that on this Thanksgiving, I am profoundly grateful for.<br /><br />Until then...<br />Au RevoirGina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699661349386866166.post-9599491123376930312008-11-25T19:05:00.020+01:002008-12-06T23:23:42.993+01:00A Day in the Latin Quarter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYxnBLB9obn4vYQmHP0aUJSrvZFw06kWXCgx2SkGt4yinXRhL0TI9UwrPp7OSTo65aOEtbJ33ouc7BMnIHF5l0mz0R1SCmbW0EPn29xM_UFX4rW2kkd2kW6yM87BxUsZgpBAPzDcLTqw6/s1600-h/DSCF4886.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYxnBLB9obn4vYQmHP0aUJSrvZFw06kWXCgx2SkGt4yinXRhL0TI9UwrPp7OSTo65aOEtbJ33ouc7BMnIHF5l0mz0R1SCmbW0EPn29xM_UFX4rW2kkd2kW6yM87BxUsZgpBAPzDcLTqw6/s200/DSCF4886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272670211940457458" /></a>With the amount of ground I covered today, you'd think it really WAS my last day here! The Latin Quarter is my favorite area of the city, over by Notre Dame Cathedral and the Sorbonne. But surprisingly, there were a few major sites in that area that I had never seen on previous trips - Luxembourg Gardens, the Pantheon, Saint Severin, Sainte-Chapelle - just to name a few. Well today I saw them all :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XEdkGlWf_O7mUdDy0yd4ePmL1Ty8KT9RBcOg4ac5AWcWfpndsKc13IeLxiEJTKBXXpiI5GyjLQDJ43C0Q3xjYbQCil82N0_0RSIp8pGoBhPJzm70axdj82ObM6ZRG7vGOwM9lQY_rCKU/s1600-h/DSCF4797.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XEdkGlWf_O7mUdDy0yd4ePmL1Ty8KT9RBcOg4ac5AWcWfpndsKc13IeLxiEJTKBXXpiI5GyjLQDJ43C0Q3xjYbQCil82N0_0RSIp8pGoBhPJzm70axdj82ObM6ZRG7vGOwM9lQY_rCKU/s200/DSCF4797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272670448984440978" /></a>I started out with a walk through Luxembourg Gardens. It was lunchtime so there were lots of locals enjoying the park on their lunch hour - despite the fact it was in the 30s today! But it really was a beautiful day. Throughout the park are statues, flowers and trees. The trees are all bare now because it's winter, but it was still very picturesque.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxY_JT_JbEDS0cDcfDxaLAndiuJZUyst_0Oy3slovlION6TJay6WuBXOJc_JN-lPx2r9iGsgBHH4sNuAIldhMLTZO8PLRu-gBsUQEfgNyhovlF13ItB3svvPuEapv16YoBMoL5E0uogPj/s1600-h/DSCF4816.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxY_JT_JbEDS0cDcfDxaLAndiuJZUyst_0Oy3slovlION6TJay6WuBXOJc_JN-lPx2r9iGsgBHH4sNuAIldhMLTZO8PLRu-gBsUQEfgNyhovlF13ItB3svvPuEapv16YoBMoL5E0uogPj/s200/DSCF4816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272670655427804066" /></a>From the Luxembourg Gardens I made my way over to the Pantheon which is by the University of Paris. There was a protest going on (I took some video). I'm still not exactly sure what they were protesting about.. the signs said something about "masacaring" and "archeology"??? I didn't see or hear "Bush" or the US, so I figured it was safe ;-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL8qATnH0gP4xDgg0BkaU7GwVcCTCgaFtiG8QjBNlyIPimAyKdvzB-d4KfdHvjYWZQ90CNDS23AhOObmCh9ZkRPYFJzPRXTud4kY1uMHYJf10vIyTlSTn2A2Jlw6rtP9Aq9Bbb9gC1BCA/s1600-h/DSCF4874.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL8qATnH0gP4xDgg0BkaU7GwVcCTCgaFtiG8QjBNlyIPimAyKdvzB-d4KfdHvjYWZQ90CNDS23AhOObmCh9ZkRPYFJzPRXTud4kY1uMHYJf10vIyTlSTn2A2Jlw6rtP9Aq9Bbb9gC1BCA/s200/DSCF4874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272670898731053298" /></a>As I walked past the University on my way towards the Seine, I stumbled upon Saint Severin. You know, I think this is actually the church I was thinking of from the movie The DaVinci Code (I'm going to have to rent it and see - it's driving me crazy now!). Kind of eerie, but beautiful flying buttresses and stained glass windows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkX9K3UEkT_hh7zyZPGnND-Bl2Ga8mk0JTwTAcP91Jtgkby2a8HPBBixcMfBwDHVtQj-E65clCDjEHfz3Amqo2DtstNMUZ39J2qSYwqxhliZgPgVxrQBqJgSUWJ-E_KpVupfhjqYwXj0P/s1600-h/DSCF4884.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkX9K3UEkT_hh7zyZPGnND-Bl2Ga8mk0JTwTAcP91Jtgkby2a8HPBBixcMfBwDHVtQj-E65clCDjEHfz3Amqo2DtstNMUZ39J2qSYwqxhliZgPgVxrQBqJgSUWJ-E_KpVupfhjqYwXj0P/s200/DSCF4884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272671069803103202" /></a>For the first time since I've been here, I decided to go and have a nice sit down meal at a restaurant since I was right around the corner from my favorite little restaurant, Le Harpe. Sherri knows Le Harpe - we ate here when we came to Paris for New Years a few years ago! And I come and have a meal here every time I am in Paris. (French) Onion Soup, Steak Au Poivre & Potatoes Gratin. Followed by desert - which for me, is a nice selection of fromage (cheeses). Yummo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhby9PWYLjzr_4rM9JYcXCp3EaVlibO68sLrs28bU7B92ExJEau64Vk5cO4Apd4qDLLvi9V7UivdiL-peDxXFIGwqRVKWXI75_c-FI9-ZXCRQZXNeQcoTffmXvEf-D_sQ_-2EAG9HSfNK5U/s1600-h/DSCF4919.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhby9PWYLjzr_4rM9JYcXCp3EaVlibO68sLrs28bU7B92ExJEau64Vk5cO4Apd4qDLLvi9V7UivdiL-peDxXFIGwqRVKWXI75_c-FI9-ZXCRQZXNeQcoTffmXvEf-D_sQ_-2EAG9HSfNK5U/s200/DSCF4919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272672272865879074" /></a>After my lunch/dinner, I wandered through the narrow, winding pedestrian only streets of the Latin Quarter and crossed the Seine in front of Notre Dame on my way to what ended up being the unexpected highlight of the day - Sainte-Chapelle.<br /><br />I guess I never really read very closely the descriptions of Sainte-Chapelle, because I was not prepared for what I saw when I entered. Unlike many of the churches in Paris, Sainte-Chapelle is not free - you have to pay an entrance fee. Once inside, I was thinking - for this? I mean, it was pretty, but... then I noticed a tiny door and winding staircase.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw5F1N77JSxR6M9w5X5FdCWOhheijCu8yuML5n0JMVNnSZwwgj3R0R-JIXdhJSHctPAlhC6Bi3FybnqUmRXfV8BhUvN9ZaTZ-qHmnmM7gvR_50XFa1uoZU_B1DUTZ6qkUfq-ak_G5p0sU/s1600-h/DSCF4904.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw5F1N77JSxR6M9w5X5FdCWOhheijCu8yuML5n0JMVNnSZwwgj3R0R-JIXdhJSHctPAlhC6Bi3FybnqUmRXfV8BhUvN9ZaTZ-qHmnmM7gvR_50XFa1uoZU_B1DUTZ6qkUfq-ak_G5p0sU/s200/DSCF4904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272672492088820082" /></a>Up the staircase I went and when I finally reached the top, what I saw took my breath away. This was Sainte-Chapelle. Sainte-Chapelle was built between 1242-1248 and that in itself is astounding. But when you enter the Upper Chapel, you are surrounded by wall-to-wall amazing stained glass windows - some 1,113 panels that tell the stories of the Bible from Genesis through the time of Jesus. And if that weren't enough, there is also a beautiful rose window (like in Notre Dame).<br /><br />As I was standing there with my jaw hanging open, I grabbed for my sightseeing book and flipped to the Sainte-Chapelle page. Here's what it said (that I apparently had never read)... "As you emerge, via a spiral staircase... the effect of light and color is breathtaking." The guide book was spot on with that description!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0w6rJUb_io&feature=PlayList&p=62DFBCE1D23FA077&index=0&playnext=1" target="_blank"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFNeitTN1IODzWk0obgV_WsIwmCq2PPwQAqa1As56rYK5567UkNKMU4J8ABV5I97XyCGIKMDSB3PqgA7FFjFNdUcF2yXUqplFQmqL901acJYsDAqUzCKZaC1HjZgCkl0JwoLnTWoI8Kdy/s200/video.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276803844504670930" /></a>What is even more amazing is that all of the stained glass is original, dating back to the 13th Century - the oldest stained glass in Paris. I took video in addition to a ton of photos to attempt to capture the essence of this place. Hopefully it translates. One thing is for sure, if you come to Paris, put Sainte-Chapelle at the TOP of your sightseeing list!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/guidedworld/nov25paris" target="_blank">Click here to view all of today's photos (11/25/08)</a></span>Gina C. Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09667175498918159944noreply@blogger.com2