Saturday, March 31, 2012

Paris Part II

I am not fully over this trip. Seeing how posting about it has stretched over a month, with more still to come, I get to relive it a little bit each time I put up some pics. I may be beating a dead horse with the cliche photos and all the Hipstamatics of delicious food, but I don't care. Vive le France. Over and over. 

Here's the sequel to Paris, and coming up next,
 Glasgow, Scotland! Stay tuned fellow wanderlusters. 

 The little alley way near where we stayed 
that the night before was lined with legally drunk 18 year olds

The BEST damn breakfast I have EVER had. Holy cow.

Some really fantastic graffiti, why can't vandals in the eastern time zone be this creative?
Get on that please!


Some totally not tacky tourist poses.

The BEST lunch I have EVER had. The potatoes were crafted by French Gods. I merde you not.

The subway system was surprisingly navigable. Not too hard at all. 
UNLIKE London. THAT is a MESS.

Some very happy seats, eager to hold our derrières. 

To take us to Montmartre. Where Amelie lives.

The first time I ever tried creme brulee!

 Does anyone remember that epic scene from the movie
 that took place in the restroom?
I do.

 Farewell, city of lights. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

We'll Always Have Paris

Here are many highlights of my trip to Paris, France earlier this month. I am thoroughly in love with that city, and finally understand all the cliché movies, shows, songs, books, poems, about the city of lights. Who can visit this incredible place and NOT fall in love? Maybe it's the romantic in me, or the 8 years of art history under my belt, but everything about this city is amazing. Check it out.

On google maps the walk form our hotel to Notre Dame was an estimated 10 min walk. There must be an exchange rate, or the general French population just having smaller feet, because this was around the corner from where we were staying. We just strolled around the block and BOOM! We're at Notre Dame. I suddenly knew how all those people looking at the Empire State building feel as I brisk past them into the subway station, rushing like mad to get OUT of midtown.

 The Cathedral is about to celebrate its 850th birthday next year. One thing that came rushing back to me was the film I was shown in 6th or 7th grade about the construction of cathedrals, and how multiple generations toil over the construction of a single church and never see it through from beginning to end completely. How insane is that? These things take literally hundreds of year to just BUILD. 
No wonder it's turning 850, it's built to last!

 We met up with some very good friends from New York who just happened to be in Paris on the very same days as us. Which just by happenstance and principal is probably the coolest thing ever.

This is the first Parisian meal I had; moules et des frites
(on the left is spaghetti carbonara!)

With only a short time to see the city, I decided with a heavy heart to not go into the Louvre, and to only walk around it and its beautiful grounds, because it would take a week to see that whole museum.

Besides, all of Paris is like a museum anyway! 
These gorgeous sculptures are everywhere!
 In fact, everything is artfully prepared.

The Arc de Triumph is in the center of a huge roundabout, which has no lanes nor crosswalks... Or instructions as to how to get across. My friends and I were about 11 seconds away from dashing into 10 lanes of rush hour traffic and dodging cars and speeding vespas, when one of us spotted the tunnel.
 There was a tunnel to get across! Like into New Jersey or Brooklyn, but it went underground for about a hundred feet and there we were, under the Arc. No problem!

We all then took a very cramped Metro ride. Honestly, if we didn't happen to know each other on this commute would we just be spooning total strangers like this? 

Eiffel Tower. The base of this massive structure is just a regular, run of the mill park. There were kids riding bikes, people walking dogs, just chilling. Under the Eiffel Tower. No big thing. 

 Paris at nighttime. I could see all the huge landmarks from the day lit up on the horizon. 

 This is the view from only the 2nd level of the tower, above and below.

 A much needed refueling of wine and bread with our friends after Tour de Eiffel.

Followed by some very cool Paris graffiti.

 Departing on opposite Metro platforms.

 What a wonderful time- and the best part is it's only half over! 
Stay tuned for the next Paris post coming soon! Promise!

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Adventures Across the Pond!

Trip of a lifetime 2012: England, France and Scotland, in that order. Nothing short of life changing. Along with seeing some very missed family, and meeting the newest addition, traveling for 2 weeks through the United Kingdom and France was the time of my LIFE. I was sleep deprived, jet lagged, and train lagged, and never felt better, I met up with some old friends in new places and took so many pictures for a moment I was touched with carpal tunnel. I saw places I'd only read about and breathed air my body had never had before. I ate new food and very much upgraded my usual foods. I drank way too much, outside, with baguettes and what I'm positive was the best butter ever made, surrounded by the people I love most.

This is the first leg of my journey; Daventry, Upton, and Warwickshire in England

For February in England, it was pretty warm and sunny. 
Not a cloud in the British sky! Perfect for taking in some Daventry scenery...

...and some local sports...

...and cuisine of course... well as nightlife...

...and even some local wildlife!

Stratford Upon Avon sounds like a stop on the MetroNorth, 
but is actually the hometown of Billy Shakespeare. 

THE William Shakespeare. 

^^^His house is still there!^^^

ALL the houses are still there, by the looks of this ancient town.
 It was like taking a trip in a time machine!

Those swans could be hundreds of years old, and no one could ever tell.

We had to make a trip to Tanworth in Arden (also in Warwickshire),
to the Churchyard of Mary Magdalene

To pay our respects to one of the greatest artists, whose life was cut tragically short.

 Nick Drake. My words cannot express my love for your music, but one man left a note that spoke so clearly, I hope you do not mind, fellow fan, if I share your heartfelt letter:

You inspire me every day, Nick Drake, you are loved by more now than you could have ever hoped for in your lifetime. You were born a little too soon for this world. Rest in Peace.

Stay tuned for the next post: Paris, France.
Bon voyage!