Euro Trip: Leg 3 - Paris

So it has become apparent to me in the past few days that, if you want me to update my blog, just give me something that I really am supposed to be doing, take studying for my Fluid Mechanics final, for example, and I will do almost anything else to avoid it, including watching all three El Señor de los anillos (The Lord of the Rings), doing my laundry, keeping up with the world news (Egypt is a mess) or even writing entries for my blog.

A quick aside:

Usually, when character names are changed when a movie or book or whatever is translated into another language, I tend to get annoyed. This wasn’t completely the case for The Lord of the Rings. They cleverly changed Tree Beard to Barbol (I am assuming a combo of barba meaning beard and arbol meaning tree), but why on (Middle) earth change Baggins to Bolson? You cannot change the main characters name. That would be like changing Harry Potter to Harry Ceramista. You just don’t.

My account of my European trip continues with Paris. If I don’t update this quickly I am going to forget what even happened! Or at least everything will start to blend together, especially with more trips coming up!

Anyways.

Paris.

I would have to say, I was really looking forward to Paris. The Eiffel Tower, Arch du Triomphe, Louvre, Musee d’Orsay, Palace of Versailles, Champs Elysees, Notre Dame. The list goes on. So many monuments, so many impressive sites that I learned about in history classes, literature classes, through Disney movies. So many baguettes! I built Paris into this lofty, ideal city in my head. My great expectations might have had something to do with my disappointment with the city. This isn’t to say that I disliked Paris by any means, and to be fair, I intend to go back to see if it was just the circumstances that left me wanting more, but honestly, I was hoping for more.

Let’s get the bad out of the way first so we can end out on a good note?

The disappointment probably started with the hostel. It was dirty. The staff was not helpful. It was not set up to be conducive to meeting people. Probably my least favorite hostel. Even the kitchen was bad. A fridge, a microwave and a sink do not a kitchen make. Not to mention, when we got there, Mack had no bed in the room she was assigned to and on the last night of our stay they stormed into her room at 1:30 in the morning, yelling at her (apparently), telling her she was in the wrong room, that she had made a mistake that made everyone upset. From what I could tell, this was by no means her fault, yet they made her feel awful. Fair warning to everyone, although Jules Ferry Youth Hostel may be a cheap option, spend the extra money for a nicer place. Staying there could ruin your trip.

The next damper on our Paris trip: the weather. It was overcast, cloudy, or rainy every day in Paris. Also, after spending the winter in Spain where the temperature hovered around 50 degrees, the 30 degree weather felt COLD. Usually this isn’t too bad. Belgium and Switzerland were cold, but I liked my stays there. It was raining in Seville and Madrid, but I Seville was one of my favorite cities in Spain. But after a week of already travelling in hostels with crappy breakfasts, long train rides and always being on the go so you can fit in all the sites, your body is worn down. This chilly weather was apparently just too much for me. By the end of our stay in Paris, I was huddled under my blankets in the very cold hostel room, shivering, trying to sleep despite my coughing, my stuffy nose, and having the chills. Also, since the weather was so wet, that meant fog. Every day. Fog meant I never saw the top of the Eiffel Tower, and wasn’t motivated to even go up it because I knew the view would not be worth it.

Finally, the holidays in Paris made it worse. I know, I know. I was psyched to spend my New Years in Paris, and it was fine. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed my night popping champagne bottles while people around me lit fireworks and the Eiffel Tower shimmered. Yet, the holidays made things very inconvenient for us. Most of the monuments were closed on New Years and had shorter hours on New Year’s Eve, meaning we had to fit everything in on a tighter schedule than our already tight schedule. Also, we were not the only tourists who thought about spending their New Year’s in Paris. There were tourists everywhere. Now, I assume that, yes, this is Paris and yes, there are always tourists everywhere, but I don’t want to stand in line for 2 hours to go up into the Eiffel Tower, especially when the weather was like it was.

So despite the hostel, the weather, and the tourists, (and admittedly, the high costs) I enjoyed my stint in Paris. The first night we walked up Champs Elysees. I saw the Arch, the tower, Notre Dame, the Louvre, the obelisk, everything I was looking forward to. The next day we visited the Palace of Versailles. The Hall of Mirrors was finished (apparently it was being renovated for a while), and the gardens looked spectacular, despite it being winter (when I do go back to Paris, I want to revisit the gardens in better weather). I then made it back to inside the city to see the Louvre and the Musee d’Orsay.

I can hardly wrap my head around the fact that Paris has two of the most impressive collections of art in the world, and they are essentially across the street (and river) from each other. Of course, after seeing the Venus de Milo and the Mona Lisa (the crowd around this painting was more impressive that the small artwork itself) I was pretty much done with the Louvre. I was tired. I was hungry. I was lost. Yes, it took me 30 minutes to exit the Louvre. Talk about a labyrinth. I enjoyed the Orsay more. The collection of impressionism was pretty astounding. The Cezannes, Monets, Manets, Van Goghs. So many of my favorites gathered within one building.

The next day (New Years Day), as everything was closed, we headed to the Pere Lachaise cemetery (of Paris, Je T’aime fame). It was pretty relaxing, allowing me to contemplate a little among these beautiful mausoleums and tombstones. Not to mention we got to see the burial sites of Oscar Wilde and Chopin.

I tried going back to the Eiffel tower and the Arch, intending to go up one of them. But, as I said before, the crowds and the weather just made me appreciate the structures from the ground. Well, off to Nice.