I can hardly live in France for a year and not visit Paris at least once. With the combined excuses of a national day off, an opportunity to see the Eiffel tower (for the millionth time) and the chance to spend the weekend having a good time with friends…well, I could hardly turn that down!
Paris didn’t disappoint. Keeping up with the tradition of us Leeds Frenchies going to Paris in November (for some of us, it was the third year running), the weekend consisted off exactly what I thought it would given the people I was going with…eating, drinking, walking and generally enjoying la vie Parisienne.
Naturally I had to go and pay a visit to the Eiffel Tower…
The next day was Remembrance Day – a very memorable experience. We headed up to the Arc de Triomphe to watch the service. I would love to say that I saw a great deal of what was going on, but even with huge screens attached to the Arc, I didn’t manage to see a thing – the perils of being vertically challenged. Massive thanks to Jack for giving me a running commentary of what was going on…
So after Sarkozy made his quite frankly brilliant memorial speech, the crowd started to disperse and people began to leave. All of a sudden, everyone lurched towards the barriers and I could make out the word “SARKOZY!” being called. Yup, you guessed, old Sarko was right there, casually walking past, shaking people’s hands and most likely trying to win potential votes for next year. Being the classic tourists that we are, we threw ourselves into the crowd to get our own snap of le president. Et voila…
And before you ask, yes he is really that short in real life. And he has a really big nose.
Next we headed to the “big white church over the river” (think you mean the Sacre Coeur, Jack) and had a wander round the Moulin Rouge…typical tourists much? We even did the classical annoying touristy thing, where you go into the Louvre, bypass all the great works of art, head straight to Mona Lisa, look at it for a few minutes, feel disappointed and leave. We did try appreciating other paintings…but there’s only so far you can pretend. . That evening, after a delicious meal cooked by the boys, we headed out to a club to see what the Parisian nightlife had to offer!
Saturday was a (hangover) picnic under the Eiffel Tower – perfect. The rest of the day was spent casually wandering round once again and watching Paris slowly light up as it dropped dark.
Overall, a fantastic weekend. A l’année prochaine!
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