Paris in the Outback

Okay we are in regional not rural Australia as we are defined by the gov's

Any way we have been making some design/decorating choices based on our impressions of Paris. Fun to remember our trip
more later

TGV we love you.

We are currently on the TGV high-speed train to Paris where we will change stations and board the Eurostar to London. This is the fastest train I’ve ever been on and it’s so smooth and comfortable. Not enough luggage space but people just make do, so do we!

We also really appreciate the French!

As our trip draws to a close, I cannot say how many times people have extended kindness to us, lent a hand, bent over backwards to help us out….I continue to be amazed by the many simple kindnesses of strangers, that have helped make this the wonderful, joyful and special holiday that it has been!

The Bridge, the Pope and the river.

Avignon was eastabilished a long time ago but got really rep when the Pope set up shop here in the 1400’s. Apparently he was having a bit of time with the locals in Rome so got out of town for a few centuries. He (they) set up on a rock by the river and made a fort, a town then a city. Trade was good but a shepherd named Benezet got a call from God to walk down to the river at Avignon and build a bridge. Now the city officials along with the Pope had a rigorous planning regime and didn’t take kindly to this upstart trying something new. Does this sound like any current councils? Anyway he did this announcement in the crowded square so the “mayor” said okee dokee you want the bridge so bad take that big building block that the builders leftover because it was so big and put on the river bank as the first stone. So he did and that got him Saint status …… and le Pont d’Avignon. The bridge links the city with the huge island in the river so people could go over there to party and dance. The song came way, way later in the 1800’s. The Rhone River is mighty ‘mighty’ and it kept washing bits away. (By the way hearing this in the audio guide, while standing on the part of the bridge left, is a bit disconcerting) Anyway the original stone piers and wooden bridge became, over the year,s a stone bridge with a chapel to St. Benezet and one for the St. Nicholas. They are a good match here. Benezet is patron of architects  and Nicholas the patron of mariners.

Lots of waking in narrow streets on cobblestones and people watching. Lunch in little café recommended by the Host, le Café Grand and it was. Way back in the part behind le Palais du Pape. Great food no English spoken and we got what we expected off the menu. There were table plaques noting who the luminaries were that liked that table. Very cool! It really did look like Gerard Depardeau would walk in.

We both have colds now so back to the digs and sleep but we did get out for dinner at the corner of our street and it was again amazing food a bottle of Rose and final toasts.

Off to dance “Sur la Pont D’Avignon”

We got up early and packed, showered and had breakfast. We said our last goodbyes to the apprentice wait staff François and Laura who were amazing and the reception staff and Martina. Philipe drove us and Nick and Janet to the TGV train station to drop Nick and Janet off then took us on to Avignon. We got on to the tight streets and got to a point where it was blocked off and Philipe was worried but had to drop us. We walked for a couple of blocks and got to La Banasterie, no problem!

Sunday is not a day of rest

We got up early and got to markets in a small town some distance away. A big antique town but we did find a few gifts that would fit but I really was eyeing this 4 foot round table that could open up with added leaves to be …14 foot long!

We were with a hired guide because Philipe was busy at the hotel with Mothers day lunch. Gordana was originally Serbian and guides in English so she says she now speaks three languages but none of them well. She was hoot. And very very knowledgeable about the wines in France and the region. She wanted us to see another beautiful spot near by so we were shorter in Ile sur la Sourge than the original program and we just grabbed a piece of pizza to hold us cause we all thought we were stopping at St Remy but we ended up back at the Hotel so it was probably a good thing for my waist line. We had more rest and packing prep.

We met Cecelia and Denis Moshella that morning and had a long visit with them in the evening before dinner. They are from Newport Beach and really nice.  That Night was our Graduation and we got certificates and had drinks with Philipe and Martina, the owners of Domaine de Valmouriane We had a big meal in the terrace off the dinning room and later we snuck into the kitchen to get photos with Pascal and to say au revoir.

So you don’t like my fish soup!

This is the first thing out of his mouth. Chef is a wee bit sensitive! I totally bailed on the rest and said I ate it. I’m shamless!

New extra cooking couple Jeannie and Jay from Philadelphia! More fun in the kitchen, laughter and figuring stuff out!   This was our last day of cooking and I had begged for puff pastry so he set up and I had started early and focused on that it was too hot to do it properly but we got it going. And I got to do it completely. I can make puff pastry from scratch! I can add a bit of yeast to the dough and then end up with croissants!! I am super chef! Anyway we made Zuccinni flowers stuffed with salmon mousse for starters. Pork fillet en croute for main, and the most amazing lemon cream with strawberries in macaroons.

We used no butter in the mashed potatoes just oil, we didn’t fry with butter, we didn’t fry at all! We used butter in the puff pastry, the chocolate fondant (a bit) and in the lemon crème. We didn’t use cream in the lemon cream. We used fresh veg etc and good oils it was rich tasting with out being rich. What a life!

We had that afternoon off and both of us had to have a nap. I then walked all around the hills behind the hotel and Joyce emailed. We had a light bistro dinner, out on the patio -- light menu.

A Tail of 270 fishes (Or Oy Les Ouiex!!)

The next day on the table were two bus tubs full of whole fish but little ones. Some mini crabs, and eel etc. It looked like by-catch to me. Pascal said Fish Soup Starter with lamb rack and crème brule. I thought we would pick through and choose fish to use. Nope we talked about fish looked at the fish on my pants and damned if there wasn’t one in the bin that was the same size same color as one on my pants. Ha ha ha both bins into the pot end of laughing. We four looked at each other. I’m thinking it will boil and be good, Joyce is thinking it will be well sieved and be good, Janet is thinking ‘I may move from “no redmeat vegitarian” to ‘vegan’ Nick was just in shock. We all just tried to put the giant pot on the stove out of our mind but Pascal kept asking Joyce if she wanted the ‘step stool’ to see into the pot and I can see she is thinking ‘no thanks I’m worried they will still be seeing me’. We got on with the lamb and who knew that “frenching” lamb rack is easy? We did the racks and made crumbs for it and the dessert. Then the soup was ready but he used this screw sieve thing that pushed a lot through we could get out fast enough and went out to wait.

The soup came and was very strong tasting. I liked it but didn’t dig to deep. I likened it to the black lagoon “everything fine on the surface just spoon the broth off, don’t go looking for monsters” Janet couldn’t touch it and Nick and Joyce found it strong. I said to the waiter “please make sure that Chef knows this is mine.” (Referring to the empty soup bowl --  little butt kisser!)

That afternoon we went to a winery, 

candy fruit factory, olive mill, chocolatier and 

looked around the old part of St Remy. More nap required! 

We went to a second restaurant in town so we had a sense of how others cook in this area. Again it was superb!

To see bass or not to Sea Bass

We got to sleep in a bit and not show at the kitchen till 10.00.  This day we were joined by 5 of the 8 South Africans who were doing a series of bicycle day trips out of the hotel; they let the 3 keeners go up hills and came to cook. We were making a ‘pudding’ of eggplant for starters and Sea Bass Stuffed with Fennel and onion and garlic, with chocolate fondant for dessert.

We now know how to professionally bone a fish and leave both fillets in the skin! I can make Chocolate Fondant cake. We learned the coolest way to mince garlic and I started responding ‘Oui Chef’ to everything Pascal asked of us, which amused him no end. We would make lots of things that seemingly didn’t fit the menu but when they arrived later they all made sense in the combinations. It was all very fresh.

We made nine fish for us and one for pascal and once again the waiters brought each dish and magically put it in front of the right person! More great talk and wine. 

Then the fab four went out to Avignon for the afternoon. We walked and walked and walked. A nap was called for then into town to an organized late dinner and late to bed.

Cooking with Pascal Volle

The first day we were a little nervous, not knowing what to expect. We had met two others who were doing the whole week with us. Nick and his grandmother Janet are from New Mexico and Texas. We were dropped off from the hotel in to St Remy, the nearest town, at the markets and told to enjoy ourselves for an hour then meet Pascal at the church steps. We excitedly started looking around and at this point a little unease crept in as we realized we didn’t know what Pascal looked like!

We have been looking for something with the bee on it as a souvenir of our trip and it turns out that is the symbol of Provence so we found lots of table cloths and bedspreads in Provence colours and with bees on them. We arrived at the meeting point and this way too young guy with two strangers looks at us and we look at them and he thinks tourists with way to much baggage and we think who are these strangers and he’s too young….. it turns out we were cooking with two more that day and, indeed, this was Pascal.  We met Larry and Belinda Wrun (google them!) and we 6 and Pascal were off with Chef in the lead through the food parts of the market. The fresh veg and small goods were amazing. We picked up a bunch of stuff and without really understanding what it was all going to be used for, made our way backto the Hotel in Pascal’s car. Larry and Belinda were staying else where so had their own car. Pascal gave several gallic shrugs as we packed all our shopping in to his village car but it all fit and we arrived at about 10:30 at the hotel kitchen. As we put on aprons, did the required hand washing and grabbed the tea towel to tuck in the apron, Chef kept muttering we are late we are late.

Pascal has some good English but it is a bit limited. But between Joyce’s French, Larry’s good French, and Janet and Nick’s Spanish, we made do; it was fun figuring out what he said as he whipped around the kitchen. He had been pretty quiet in the market but in the kitchen he just let go in ‘franglish’ and he even had some amusing things to say.

We cooked Chicken for mains with all sorts of vegetables and we made a broth around artichokes and carrots for starters. We chopped and peeled and learned how to do artichokes hearts brilliantly. We learned a salsa that he pored hot oil over to ‘cook’ the shallots and garlic gently. We used fresh garlic, not dried, so you use the whole thing, no peeling, We made these tiny round parsnips and carrots in water oil and honey that were amazing.  We worked till about 12:30 that day then went out and sat at a prepared table under a bamboo cover looking at the gardens, lawns and patio in the Provence sunshine and drank wine while the food we cooked appeared beautifully plated and was delicious! We got a sense of Pascal’s memory because as we were cooking and chatting and we thought he was occupied, we talked about which bit of the chicken we liked and when it arrived it was exactly what we said, even though they were all different. He’s a very clever guy. Dessert by the way was fresh strawberries gently poached by pouring the hot syrup over the berries. The syrup was favoured with lavender!

Lunch was a riot of talk and congratulations on our efforts and Larry entertained with his expectations of bull fighting training in the afternoon with the locals. He had heard they do this acrobatic stuff and kept saying “it can’t to too hard its just physics, you grab the horns and vault over”. To this day I don’t know if there was ANY truth to his plans but it provided a great time.  

In the afternoon Philipe took us (minus Jan ‘cause she wanted a rest) to four hill villages  --the towns of Luberon, made famous by Peter Mayle in his book ‘A Year in Provence’ -- near by and we saw medieval castles and towns. After a return and rest we had dinner at 8:30 and crawled into bed late in the evening.

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday, we had our last full day en Paris. We headed out to see the largest hardware store in Paris. Through the Marais to Bazarre Hotel de Ville: another beautiful walk! Both Chris and I love hardware – it’s a’thing’. Interesting specialized bits to do neat stuff…. We weren’t disappointed in having made the sojuourn! Need a safe? There are forty different styles to choose. Intercom system…what style would you like? Light switches and bulbs, hand made nails and braided ropes; bells and walls and walls and walls of door pulls of every style and variety. Chris took video and photos, much to the amusement of several young service assistants. You may be thinking what's the big deal about a hardware store but last time you went to get a hook to hang a picture what variety did you have? Have a close look at the photo EVERYTHING in the photo is for hanging pictures!

We hopped the Metro to Place Charles de Gaulle, only to meet another totally unique and completely Parisian site.  The Champs Elysees was been closed to vehicles for a three day art installation ‘Capitale Vert’. Parisians in their droves and tourists from around the world had come especially to see it. The Champs Elysees must be nearly 50 metres. For the length of it, maybe 8-10 km, it had been covered with turf (sound familiar Sydney-siders?) and displays of all manner of food crops were available for people to see, smell and touch. Cows, sheep, and pigs also attended. The artist’s vision was to better inform people about where their food comes from, and the challenges that face farmers.

We strolled across Pont Royal, between Palais Beaux Arts and Palais Petit Arts – what a site on such a splendid day – and were back in Saint Germain. We had intended a fancy dinner out to complete our Paris leg, but fate had other and better plans for us. We stopped at the bar next door to our apartment for a drink, and soon were making friends with all the ‘locals’. They thought we were cute, and we thought the same of them! After lots of animated discussion, our new friend Nicolyne has invited us to return to Paris and stay in her summer home in Lyons. It was such a fun night!

All I can say is that I have the very best impression of Paris. I felt perfectly safe. People were genuinely kind. Everyone wanted to help us. I really can’t recommend a visit highly enough!

Chris alluded to another adventure earlier in the piece. We bought a house, in Paris. Well, we were in Paris and bought a house! All things being equal, we may be in our new home by July 01. We have been planning to build on Sommerville Parrish for years, but any number of things have stopped us. This is a new Queensland style home adjacent to Sommerville Parrish, with an additional ten acres. It is a fabulous property, and we are delighted to have this opportunity. It is a bit sad though that the builders of this house and our neighbours have had to give it up to move back into town for health reasons. We have given them blanket visitation rights.

We are now enroute to Avignon. The TVG is a highspeed train, and so far, I am pretty impressed. We’re cruising along at about 200kms/hr, and should reach our destination in about another hour.

I’m impressed too with the speed but also the country side. There was a bit there with rolling hills, fields of grain, hay crops being taken off by Green John Deere tactors, the difference to Alberta was the small size of the fields  and large number of buildings, farms, houses along the edges. Oh and a medieval castle every so often. This train is so fast and so big that they can run up a grade over a hill that is three of four times our height in a kilometre or two no long slow ramp  just up and over woogie tummy style. When we pass another train at this speed the is slam as the air cushions hit and we are literally knocked to the side a bit and then back when they pass. It is FAST!

Bring on the cooking school!

The golden palace and the golden man

We had a great day on Sunday. We got a bit later start as we have been doing each day. Par example we are at 2:00pm and we are still here. I just went out and got coffee and croissant fresh, as I have each day. We have a bit of excuse because we were up in the middle of the night on the phone. All is very, very well! We have acted on an opportunity but more on that later.

So we set out on Sunday to conquer the RER or regional rail system, suburban trains to you. We took the train to Versailles and that was one line from a station very near us so was not very tricky except the ticket machines were a bit of challenge and we had to go get change. Credit cards are taken for just about everything but they have to be the new ones with a chip and they have to use a pin. We have the cards but no PINs so it’s an issue. Future European travellers advised!

Versaille is huge! The small stables block dwarfs the humans as you walk up and the large block looked like it was a grand house of Europe.  The Palace is just amazing and that is an opinion held by the 500,000 other people that were there to see the house and gardens! We felt like cattle going through the palace. It got to the point that the large breasted lady behind me propelling me along with said bumpers stopped being amusing after about an hour. Okay it stopped after about twenty seconds. I did have to point it out to Joyce before I gave the woman the evil eye.

We did see beautiful views across the gardens and the rooms were very beautiful and it was quite wonderful to contemplate the history of the place.  We tried to get into the gardens but our pass did not cover the entry and the ticket line at 4:30 pm was still a half hour long and we were bruised so gave it up. As it turns out we just had time to return to town to the unit change and then conquer the metro system to get to Jim Haynes for Dinner.

We may have mentioned this, we did FB about it but Jim Haynes has held a dinner at his studio every Sunday night for thirty years. Give him a google and check the videos! They even shot an After Eight commercial with him as the feature. He is a very charming and unpretentious guy. We got on to him through Jo and contacted him before we left and were welcomed warmly.  He gave us very good directions and a few block stroll from the Metro station brought us to his gate. There were already people in the garden and we were quickly welcomed and given a drink and sent off to find interesting people. And did we ever.

These are the ones that we talked with for a few minutes

Jim Haynes – Raconteur I now truly get this title!

Leslie – Team building consultant works between Sydney, where her son, is and London just finishing a contract in Amsterdam.

Perry and Sally – an older couple from England that though it all very interesting.

Rick – runs a not for profit in Portland Oregon that does environmental clean up using volunteers on the ground. They have developed a program to train volunteers and last year trained 50,000.

Christine , Casey (sisters) and their cousin Laura- on a grand tour with the sisters parents but the parentals didn’t come to the party. They are from Texas and had been in Pairs two days.

Jan – from South Africa

?? from Paris and not so old friend of Jim’s and seems to help out at these dinners very good at introducing others. (but not herself)

Seamus - Very handy at service devlivery, in logistics ;-) helps by serving up at the dinners.

?? – recently moved back to Paris from America where she grew up but has lived in Paris for two years previously. Got her Phd in Psychology and has returned for good.

Clara – from the next Atlleier English father French mother has been there for a number of years. Told us that Mattisse used to own the unit that Jim now occupies.  Jim later confirmed He doesn’t know whether he painted there but his son dropped by to have a chat with Jim!

Nick  from England who has retired from the education department and has had two “indepth” looks at Paris and NewYork. Was at Jim’s 9 years ago and says it seems the same!

Carol and Roger – From Buderim he’s ‘in the building game” he is a fanatic 4X4 and camper but his wife got him off to Europe for a month.

Matilde and her daughter’s friend Ricardo. They are from Florence Italy. Her daughter has just competed her college in Vermont in Theatre, she wants to act but has been told that her accent will be an issue so she took directing route. Ricardo in finishing his Chemistry degree but may go back into Maths.

Almadine – a friend from around the corner that helps sometimes and has been coming for 18 years

We were pointed out the two sisters from Sydney Kate and ?, the guy from Melbourne. All in all I would say there were 75 people there. As it was warm, we could spill out into the entrance garden.

The location is pretty special. There is a building on the street that has a gate into an internal lane through the building and out to the back area which is about 100meter deep and only 20 meters wide. Down the right side of this area are the atelier or studios. Some are used for living with little lofts built into them. Some are artist studios I think. Jims is a writing studio. Down the length is a wide gravel path with trees and bushes on the left for a few meters. It lovely and cool and surrounded by French architecture and odd building bits that rise 6 or 7 stores in some cases. We could see into some units and see fluorescent lighting in a modern refitted kitchen or up in the top a dormer window with rich curtains and soft incandescent glow. I saw neighbours peeking out of curtains down into the courtyard.

There was laughter and lots of talking almost right away and it was a pleasure to attend this soiree.

So many painting we have seen in books!

Saturday

Walked up to the Musee D’orsay. The D’orsay is an old train station built for the Exhibition the same year that the Tour Eiffel was built. It later stopped being used for trains and even later fell into disuse entirely. It was rescued in the later part of the 1900’s and restored and turned into an art gallery for modern French painting and sculpture, Monet, Manet, Degas, Rodin etc.

I have never seen so many paintings that I recognized, having studied them in lighting class or in the art classes I took as options. Joyce saw even more from her art history classes. We were both quite moved by so many great works. It was a bit tighter space as some were in a temporary space while refurbishment was going on. We got to see Monet’s water lilies, Degas dancers, Toulouse’s cabaret girls. Rodin did a number of 3D studies on women holding a foot up, putting on stockings, doing an arabesque etc. and it was eye opening to see them all together in one giant display case.

We popped for a Taxi ride to the Galleries Lafayette. Joyce thought I would like the architecture and she was right. There is this amazing central atrium right up the middle of all stories, topped with a deco style stained glass dome. It really has to be seen to be believed! All around the atrium, high end bars and cafes punctuate the  designer boutique fashions!  Gentlemen sip Moet as the wives and girlfriends (hopefully not together) shop for La Perle.

Taxi ride to a shop that has been making uniforms for 100 years to see about some special gifts. We both forgot that 14 was ‘quatorze’ for a minute so I said ‘Dix et Quatre’ the driver laughed for two blocks saying that our French was not that bad.  The shop has not gone totally chef wear and modern so we didn’t see anything we liked.  We strolled through the Maris back home to St Gemain De Pres via the St Michael Fountaine. Too tired to go out so we foraged in the neighbourhood the most amazing cherry tomatoes with taste for days… no, for weeks. A hot chicken from a street deally in front of a butcher store. Fresh meat inside and cooked outside very sensible. We got a few things from the Carrefour (Woollies) including a bottle of wine. We went home and finally found some English news on channel 166.

It is almost too much to handle. So much to do, and the overwhelming sense is that it is best to walk from one place to another, open to the unexpected events and sites along the route.

It’s What day? It must be what location?

Okay I’m doing this later but about before. We have been so busy, squeezing blogging time in has been a challenge!

Friday

Notre Dame in the morning we walked over one of the many bridges to the Ile in the Seine and looked at the cathedral from the park/square in front. To be truthful the crowds and heat made us more interested in the river, so we went to the next bridge --the one closest to Notre Dame -- only to discover a river tourist boat thing, called Bateauxbus (Chris loves this pun) It is a large tourist boat that just circles 8 stops on the river from the l’tour Eiffel at the west end and the Jardin de something at the other. It was great to just drift along and get this grand tour. It’s a hop on hop off thing but we just took it the whole route minus one.

We walked across the river and entered the Louvre, this time to see Mona and the Grand Gallerie. When we were there two days before there was a new flash looking restaurant that was in training with signs that they were opening the day between. We stopped there, on their day 2, for a late lunch. It was not so crowded and the staff were just wired in a happy way that they were doing it. Part way through an air grill fell off the wall onto a shelf up on the wall so was safe but startled everyone and the staff looked at each other and laughed then straightened up.

It was very good and not at all pricey. Later in the grand Gallerie, we spent some time just sitting and watching people and the art in a couple of different spots and the salles are so large you can actually see art between groups of people! We stopped for dinner at a brassiere, gallerie, café, restaurant, tainture or what ever it was called at this place.

Ice cream and chocolate for dessert that I foraged because it was getting too crowded for us mere puny humans by this time 10:30pm (and that’s still just getting cranked up it seems. Joyce headed for the unit and I headed for the late night grocery store (Yeah Carrefour)

Yesterday the Louvre… Today, La tour Eiffel

Wow Wow Wow

Too tired last night to finish or even start blogging so we are behind a day. We had a big lunch at La Tour so have retreated to our quiet and cool cave to regenerate and this will give us time to blog.

Got going at a leisurely pace yesterday, ate in, then walked across…  “Wait wait” says Joyce “go back farther to dinner at Christine’s”

Okay we bought the groceries and had figured out the place and went back out to get dinner and ate 30 meters from our front door at a place that would be be the best restaurant in HB if it were there. We made an effort to read the menu in French since there was NO English and I actually got 90% of the dishes. Then we ordered in French and the lovely waitperson graciously helped us to an understanding. It was beautiful food in a tiny, 16 century room.  It was contemporary cuisine and very ‘fresh’. Joyce has declared at least 6 times since that if I learn to make the sliced veg salad and dressing she was served then I would have to make nothing more for her …ever….again … for… ever. Now that’s got to be good dressing because it was just regular zucchini, carrots etc. I had chicken in cream and mushrooms. We went back to the unit and fell asleep early.

Just a word about the bed, If Joyce could get it in the suitcase…….. We are having some good sleeps!

“Okay can I do the paragraph I started with?”  “Good to go!”

Got going at a leisurely pace yesterday, ate in, then walked across…  “Wait wait” says Joyce “have we described our little flat?” “Uh No”

So we are in the unit on the premier etage of Stair C. at 17 Rue des Grands Augustine. Most of the buildings in our area were constructed in the C16 and the streets are all still cobble stone. Close by were the Saint Augustine Brothers’ Monastery. Piccasso’s Parisienne  Atelier is two doors down, and Henri 4 was crowned in the building across the street.  It’s a pretty interesting area. That carries on today, in the evening the place is just packed with French folk out for dinner and or drinks.

The unit is recently redone in the very latest materials in side this 16 century shell. Which means everything is small. The toilet is so small you have to come out to put your pants up. There is a room with a couch, table chairs and two big windows on to the internal courtyard. This also has a small kitchenette on the back wall that includes the laundry, ¼ size dishwasher, and oven we can’t figure out cause its both a microwave and regular; and the sink, two surface hotplate, and a Nepresso machine. And big fridge sits over the washer so we are all set. Behind this wall is the bedroom with a queen bed, tiny wardrobes, a writing desk and window with miniature garden balcony over another internal courtyard . Off to the side of these two room bracketing the stair well are the tiny toilet and the salle de bain. All with the best facilities and materials. The curtains are as rich as you might expect from a 5 star place. The ceilings are about 12 foot high so it has a nice feel.  It’s just a bit dark cause there are 4 more stories above so the sun gets down here at high noon  on June 23 only. The light gets down but its just nice and filtered. It is nice and cool in here even now that the weather has warmed up.

“Okay?”

Got going at a leisurely pace yesterday, ate in, then walked across… 

“Still good?” “Okay”

…. The Pont Neuf to the Louvre. We entered the big courtyard at the east end of the whole complex and  were stunned at the size of the whole place. Its like two foot ball fields surrounded by building then the even bigger part is next door! Its wider by half a field and 4 time longer with building on three sides.

So I decide a 360 degree vid in required and as I get half way round Joyce is approached by a pleasant looking man who tried to pull the ‘gold ring scam’ I caught the end of it on the tape (vox only). Luckily the greeter had heard about our first Gypsy man story and gave us the gen on the Gold Scam. He pulled it like a pro. He palmed a ring but Joyce saw him do it and watched him pick it up off the ground. The mark is supposed to see him pick it up but Joyce saw the part where he dropped it first! Anyway he brings it over to her and says “ is this yours?” “No” says she. “well it’s not mine” says he “and look it’s real gold and stamped even”. At this point we say bye and march off.  Apparently it goes that he will barter with you to keep it, or gives it to you then later comes up asking for money, and some times it’s just a distraction to pickpocket you by an accomplice.  Thank You to Shannon our Greeter.

We went in to the Louvre  and then back into the ancillary area where the is a complete shopping centre underground related to the Louvre, On the surface there is this huge park and plaza and you have no idea that there is a huge complex underground.  We went to have a bite of lunch in the Louvre food court! What a hoot!  After Lunch we went back into the main part and headed for the Louvre history section and later the French painting. We were there for hours and saw a fraction of the place! It is seriously the biggest building I’ve ever seen. We just loved the experience. We saw so many images that Joyce had only seen in books and to see them for real was amazing. We had an afternoon coffee and sweety, then walked a different way back to our little cave.

We dropped into bed for a nap before supper and I slept for almost three hours! It was 9:30 when we got going and we wondered as we emerged from hibernation what we would find on the streets at this time. (voice switch)

The joint was popping! There were people everywhere!! And for us two, shy little Canuckaroos, it seemed like all eyes were on us! It is very Parisian to sit and watch; great when you are the viewer, a little intimidating when you are being viewed! We strolled past 100  restaurants, before we felt comfortable enough to go in. Once again, people were kind, we had a nice meal, and headed towards home, only to discover a 24 hour grocery store within 2 blocks from our flat.

Always curious, we entered to see how the locals live. Seriously the variety of interesting things – stuff we consider gourmet – sat everywhere on the shelves of the Paris equivalent of a 7eleven.

Today, May 20 was a huge day for us. It was our appointed rendezvous with the Eiffel Tower and the Jules Verne Restaurant. Oh, my goodness me! Chris has some learning ahead of him, and I am sure this experience will set him on the road to a Michelin star!

We decided to stroll from our flat to the Tour Eiffel. It took us about 2.5 hours, with some detours along the way.

For those of you that haven’t seen it, the Eiffel Tower is, indeed, pretty cool. It’s situation in parkland with a backdrop against the Seine allows it to dominate the landscape. Elevators and stairs are situated in each of the ‘legs’, and people enqueue to be able to go to the vantage spots. As guests at Jules Verne, we had the privilege of an express ‘no waiting’ lift to the top.

I was so worried going in. I thought we would be placed in some back corner and ignored. This couldn’t have been further from the reality. We were seated at what I thought was the best window seat in the restaurant. The waiters were friendly, and smiled at our attempts to joke with them. The food was BEYOND our wildest expectations. It was one of the most memorable experiences of our married life, and a tremendous celebration of our 25 years of marriage!

I cannot recommend highly enough that if you are in Paris, and have the time and the inclination, the Jules Verne is the experience of a lifetime.  Chris is going to pop in some photos of plates, because I cannot do justice to the food through a verbal description.

When I made reservations, the Restaurant had asked if there was a special occasion. I explained that Chris and I were celebrating something we never thought to achieve, our 25^th Wedding Anniversary. At the end of the meal, our deserts were presented with candles, and inscribed ‘Joyeux Anniversaire’. Very thoughtful and special.

Chris and I had several toasts to absent friends, to all of you who couldn’t be there, to all of those that helped us get there. In particular, I felt so ‘capable’ thanks to my darling Dad, who taught me how to read a wine list and source a reasonable drop at a good value. I knew I had made the grade when the Sommelier was impressed!

Jimmy Buffet says, “I wish lunch could last forever”. I couldn’t agree more. Three hours later, we were invited to go onto the 2^Nd Etage Observation deck. So very special! I don’t think I’ve ever seen more people kissing!

It’s half past six and we’re snug as bugs. After all the excitement of the day, we are planning a quiet evening. Chris is having a nap, and I have my feed up. Such an intense feeling of happiness and wellbeing….

Voici L'tour Eiffel! JC gets her first glimpse sur la Pont Neuf.

Chris on Quai Grands Augustine near the Pont Neuf across from the Louvre

What just happened????

This could be the catch cry of our first afternoon and evening in Paris.  We alighted from the Eurostar at about 2pm and thought we would take a taxi to the apt.

Mais Non!

First you have to stand in a taxi queue for 45 minutes then you get the surprise of your young lives.  Joyce felt very comfortable in the line-up, running the gauntlet of beggars and mean spirited people on one side, and the multi national really kind people on the other. We heard English, French, Russian, and German spoken around us. But in the end we got to the front then it got interesting.

There appeared a guy helping people to the cabs. We thought he was the station’s master of the cab rank. Turns out he’s a Gypsy man making his living. He demanded money and we didn’t know so paid it. Then all hell broke loose. Our driver leap out and chased the guy. Leaving us in the cab, doors open, drivers behind honking and he set upon (verbally) the Gypsy Man. There were guys coming up to the hatch back of our cab reaching in at our bags (the better to look at the issue) and the driver disappeared around the construction hoarding with the GM. After about 5 minutes of sitting in the cab freaked out. An amused cabbie leaning on a large hire car gave Chris a pleasant shrug like “relax, its going to work out”. Joyce rolled the window down and he came over to explain.  “What just happened we asked”. He explained that the GM was not official and had broken something in the back when he put a bag in. Our driver was ‘convincing’ the GM that he should give up the tip as part of the cost of repair. Anyway he came back and we started the trip.  Our driver was not too talkative in his agitated state but we got on okay. We had a great 25 minute ride to the door.

We were met by Shannon, a native of Los Angles living and working in Paris for a few months helping her aunt out. She got us in and sorted but didn’t have specifics on the nearest store so we googled the name she gave us and set out to walk the streets and buy toilet paper.

We did great. Just when we started second guessing ourselves the MonoPrix popped up . Its pretty intesting how the store was laid out in a understandable way and although there was no English on the labels.

An aside here…. As wee Canadian kids we grew up reading French and English on every food product in our homes and here we were with just the French!

All that language training paid off though… we got milk and cereal (not a big deal, an illiterate person could do that, but how about getting toilet paper that is hypo allergenic? Washing liquid that is hypo allergenic? And my favourite; capsules that are not Nespresso brand but WILL work in their machines.

We then walked back a DIFFERENT way and put the stuff away then we went out to dinner at the restaurant the is less than 50 meters from our front door.

Dinner was amazing, the apt is the smallest (not quite as small as the Love tower at Vancouver Expo) but small

More later

London to Paris

Well its Tuesday morning and we got up early and packed up to travel to France.

But to review:

Long long long long flights to London. Spent 4 hours in LA and 10 hours more hours  to London.

We are so lucky!! The trip started with a fantastic flight via V Australia, our preferred carrier! One leg of the journey and two lounges later, we moved over to V Atlantic, a British service from Los Angeles to London. I understand that they are planning to up grade their services next year. I think we can be pretty proud of the way Aussies do things!

We were in the air for nearly thirty eight hours, but still managed to get lots of sleep, see a few movies and have some laughs with the staff and other passengers.

In particular, we met Scott and Sandy, who currently live bi-coastally in Los Angeles and New York, but are planning to open an eco spa/digital recording studio in New Zealand next year. Scott is teaching digital media at USC and is a music recording technical guy. Sandy is a student of life!! She had heaps of knowledge about living green, seed sharing and building organic/eco friendly homes.

As we were leaving Hervey Bay, Chris and I decided to book a mini-cab to meet us at Heathrow. What a good idea that turned out to be!! Khan was there to meet us, knew exactly how to get to our hotel, and was good company on the journey.

Three nights at the Wyndham Grand Chelsea Harbour….needless to say, we pretty much crashed the night we arrived. After that, however, we went pretty much non stop!

Pawel, the consciege, took a shine to us for some reason. We were leaving on our first outing, and it turned out that Chelsea had just won ‘The Cup’ (Okay, here I have to confess that my complete knowledge of this anecdotal; I know the words, not the game nor what it entails) and getting transit –public or taxis – was impossible. Pawel organised for the Hotel driver, Milton, to run us around in the hotels new Audi saloon. Pretty posh! We arrived at the National Theatre front door in style, and had the pure privilege of meeting one of the nicest people you could ever hope to know. Milton migrated from Nigeria ten years ago, and loves all that Britain has offered him since his arrival.

Chris was in seventh heaven at the National Theatre! We commenced the experience by lining up for ‘day tickets’. A fellow from New York was in front of us in the queue, and I thought he was going o snap two little old ladies like dry twigs when he assumed they we trying to get in front of him in line! We went on the backstage tour, and I was astonished to learn that they build all their sets onsite in downtown London! We saw a period piece called London Assurance that was quite good, and stared Mrs. Dursley from the Harry Potter movies.

Since then, we have pretty much been walking. London is a fabulous city to see by foot. There is something wonderful everywhere you turn. People have been kind and helpful. In short, the whole experience to date has been fantastic!

As I write, we are sitting on the Eurostar, about 30 minutes outside of Paris Nord. I am so excited that I am slightly nauseous. We’ve been listening to music and enjoying the countryside. It is hard to believe that the Paris Adventure is beginning!

Up in the Air

Just waiting at Sydney now for our first of two long haul legs to Heathrow London via Los Angeles.  We love VAustralia they sorted our bags out so we could stay in the Lounge prior to check in.

27 years ago when Chris and I were planning to get married, we made a spit pact that we would go to Paris in the Spring, and now we are on the way. Next stop ........London