P A R I S, Part II

3.14.2013


Our second morning, I apologized to Bryan for the state of my uterus, and we prayed before embarking on our next adventure. I know we prayed for energy and stamina to walk all of Paris. I also remember there being strong undertones throughout our prayers of, "God please help Fran to not turn into an emotional psychopath today." 

In case it has not already been established, I did not pack well for this trip. Thankfully, I wore my flight attendant coat that any given moment makes me look like a nazi or a flasher. It's a warm coat, though. It's also worth noting that I wore my fur scarf that looks like I wrapped a cat around my neck. (Don't forget my Toms with Bryan's athletic socks). That whole outfit I just described almost makes my butterfly clips seem cool again

We spent a couple of hours in the Louvre, and started our journey to the Eiffel Tower and the other free museums.

It was a cold and windy walk to the Eiffel Tower, and along the way I learned about Golfiño. THE HANDSOME SIAMOIS THAT IS MISSING. Go home, Golfiño! 



Once we got to the Eiffel Tower we decided that it was way too expensive for us to ascend to the top, and it was cheaper and more delicious to just eat French fries instead. We wanted to stay true to the stereotypical American tourism that was so evidently coursing through our veins and displayed by our clothes.

We journeyed on to Musée Rodin, got espresso at one point, and eventually made it to Musée d'Orsay before free museum day came to a close.

I'm happy to report that I was a pleasant human being on our long second day. A special thanks to Jesus for answering our prayers, and to Bryan for recognizing when I needed to sit down in a warm place and eat something carby. 

I loved Musée d'Orsay. It was filled to the brim with all of the famous impressionist paintings. I know that saying you love impressionism is like saying you're a coffee enthusiast and that your favorite drink is a cream-based frappuccino, but I just can't help it. I love impressionism. 

As the sun vanished we sat in a dim cafe and ate more baguettes and drank more espresso. We were thankful to have a rain-free walk back to our hotel, where we eagerly jumped at the chance to run up our six flights of stairs. Bryan made fun of me because I thought it was a good idea every night to sprint up the six flights. I use the term 'sprint' very loosely, because by the time I reached the middle of the third flight, bystanders may have thought me to be trying to run through invisible cement. SLOW MOTION. SO MANY STAIRS.

We never adjusted to the time in Paris. That second night I woke up at 2:30 in the morning, and immediately sensed Beyonce. I whispered, "Bryan. I think the Superbowl is on right now." We turned on the small television and sure enough, the halftime show was on. MY BODY SENSES THE PRESENCE OF BEYONCE IN ALL TIME ZONES. It kind of seemed like an episode of The Twilight Zone, because the announcers only spoke French and the crowd's cheering was muted. Right as the lights went out after her performance, I started feverishly googling whether or not she was a part of The Illuminati and then I was really anxious and we decided to try and sleep again.

Our last day was my favorite day. We bought metro tickets (praise the Lord, oh my soul) and made our way up to Montmartre. We walked up the stairs to Basilique du Sacré Cœur and it just made my heart sing. We both loved going in the different cathedrals, and this seemed the most fitting to finish with. I love seeing the effort and detail and care that goes into making a holy place beautiful as an offering to God.



I need to finish this re-telling of our Paris adventure well. A final installment to come! Complete with Moulin Rouge and flying home first class.

But first, please tell me something embarrassing you've done as a tourist.


25 comments:

  1. That Eiffel Tower you speak of? When I went, my friend and I payed to take the stairs to the top. Call me crazy, but I figured it was a good way to work off all of those Nutella Crepes I'd been eating.

    Soooo, there we were, my friend Emily & I, hiking up thousands of stairs in the middle of Paris in July. She walked in front first and then half way up, we decided to switch for some reason. We started hiking again and immediately, she shout whispered "Jackie! Stop! I can see your butt!!!" I whipped my hands to the back of the dress, where I realized that this pretty short white lace dress I was wearing was, in fact, not covering my ass. The lace outer layer was over my bum perfectly, but the white inner layer that was supposed to be opaque was actually tucked into my thong, so my buns were on full display.

    Hello world, I'm from America and I like to show all of the tourists behind me my hot American buns. Gahhh.

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    1. Haha, we walked up to a castle in Nafplio, Greece- the "Castle of 999 Steps" Palamidi. I had on a short, breezy sundress, and when the three guys behind us started to catch up I began to be more and more aware of the cooling breeze across my thighs... and cheeks. That breezy sundress was dancin' on the sea air!
      I walked the rest of the way clutching the sides tightly, keeping it down. Oops!
      (The castle is halfway down this post: http://www.peachandthistle.com/2011/03/nafplion-castles.html )

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    2. ahhhhhhahaahahaha JACKIE. TOO GOOD.

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    3. Gesci, those photos are beautiful! I am thinking the consensus and lesson for everyone should be to never wear sundresses as a tourist. At least I will not be after these two encounters.

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    4. That is one of the few times I've ever actually been embarrassed in public. Usually I brush it off, but in Paris, the city of class and culture? That's shameful.

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  2. Also, I'm glad that the rest of the trip was not so crazy hormonal monster of you. And I like that you can sense Beyonce. We need to hang out together in places she frequently goes so that maybe we can hunt her down.

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    1. I HAVE ALREADY MET HER. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

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  3. oh, like when i wore chacos in paris. what?!?! chacos?? who am i? i don't even wear them hiking. but paris, yes. worst time of my life. we thought it was weird everyone was staring at us..and then my french friend saw my shoes and said, "take those off right now, i won't be seen with you". that was the first, and last time i wore chacos. #shoeofdeath

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    1. I think I remember you talking about that! Was it in a blog post or a text? I cannot keep our communication straight. Oh GIRL I feel you. I mean, at least you had a native friend to show you the way?!

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  4. We chose this tiny little family run restaurant in Florence to eat in one evening. The tables were long banquet style ones and we ended up on the inside against a wall. And under the hatch to the kitchen. Did you know you get two main courses in Italy? Well I could just about manage one and a few bits of Gnochhi (not because I don't have an appetite but I had had pizza for breakfast AND lunch). This led to the waiter shouting at me -"you no like?", I tried miming that I was full by rubbing my tummy but the chef on hearing the commotion, poked his head out of the hatch and yelled down at me and everyone in the restaurant stared. Then we realised we had no cash and had to mime our friend leaving to get cash while we waited. Of course I started picking at some bread while we waited which led to another tirade!

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    1. UGHHHH THAT STRESSES ME OUT. I had no idea about the two courses. When I was in Venice we ate at a bad restaurant near piazza san Marco that capitalized on the American's stereotype of Italian food. You must have been mortified! I am hoping you didn't go back to that restaurant again? I want pasta now.

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  5. haha I enjoyed reading your post.
    And your photos!! Oh gosh.
    Your outfit sounds fantastic though. (:

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    1. I am so glad the head to toe ensemble was not documented in its entirety. Thanks for reading, Karm :)

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  6. I LOVE your blog!

    I studied in Paris this past summer with my school's study abroad program. We were so tired of eating baguettes with cheese everyday, if you can believe it, so yes, we went to McDonalds. I got the largest Big Mac and fries known to man but I was embarrassed to bring it on the RER back to our school, so I shoved it all in my purse. I'm sure no one saw that bulging purse that smelled like grease, right?

    Then there was the time that I almost passed out on the metro because there was no air conditioning and there were one too many Parisians standing centimeters away from me.

    Or the other time where my friend got a picture of me looking at the fellow I was sitting beside on the metro only to find out that he was looking right at the camera. He quickly got off our train and entered the car behind ours.

    I have too many stories to share.
    Amy McArthur, http://amykristinaweddings.com/

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    1. First, thank youuu!!

      I HEAR YOU. Even though the baguettes were super delicious, we kind of got worn out by how weak our currency is over there. Also, when we were coming back from our honeymoon in Jamaica, the food had been so bad that we did whatever we could to get cheeseburgers in the airport between flights.

      Hhahaha I need to see that picture of the man you creeped out!

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    2. http://instagram.com/p/W7Msi4JKC8/ or you can find it on my twitter feed @amykmcarthur

      Best picture EVER.

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  7. When I was in Japan...I ate McDonald's almost every day instead of the local fare. I blame it on the fact that I was pregnant and not just a fat American :)

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    1. That's legitimate! Did they have different menus I am guessing? Girl, do what you have to do :)

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  8. I have an absolutely horrible picture of me in front of "The Thinker" at Musee Rodin. I'm doing the same pose and everything about it is absolutely horrible, even down to the polo shirt I thought was cute. I was eighteen, how did I NOT realize that polo shirts were anything BUT cute?
    I'd say my most embarrassing travel was when I was in Mexico this past fall and got sick. I'm talking super sick, like "I hope I actually make it to the bathroom" type of sick. Basically three quarters of the people we were traveling with got sick and it was honestly like that scene in Bridesmaids. What made it even worse was that my good friend Jordan (a boy!) was traveling with my family and he saw me barfing my face off. I also may have pooped my pants, which he knew about as well. Why am I telling you this? I'm sorry I just ruined your day with my tale of the time sickness ravaged my body on the beaches of Mexico... in the sand with my only refuge being a tent.
    I seriously hope no one aside from you reads this comment.

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    1. Did you blog about that trip to Mexico? Because I remember you talking about it and it's STILL JUST AS TRAUMATIZING. That is a fear of mine. Throwing up in public or in front of someone that I don't want to see me throw up. Though, I don't REALLY want anyone to see that. I DON'T WANT TO THROW UP.

      And HAHAHA I am thinking of that Bridesmaids scene now...SICKSICKSICK.

      Please find the picture of you in front of The Thinker for me. PLEASE.

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  9. Where is the picture of your Toms and socks?! Your pictures are Amazing! Do you have a 'fancy' camera? I've never heard of the Musée d'Orsay but I LOVE impressionism!

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    1. SADLY, I thought it best to not document it. Maybe I should have so I can look back on it fondly and one day give my children even more material to make fun of me! I have just a basic dlsr. (It's a Canon Rebel!) I had never heard of the museum either. If you're an impressionism fan you'll need to find a way to get there because you'll love it!

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  10. Oh man, reading this makes me want to see Paris really really badly. I cannot wait to take a picture in front of the Eiffel Tower. I also want to see Sacré Cœur, I completely agree that it's amazing to see all the detail and effort they put into making sure everything looks perfect.

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    1. You will love it! Dress warmmmmm :) Yes, that cathedral was my favorite. We did that first and then wandered around Montmartre and it was one of my favorite parts of the trip. Bohemian and adorable.

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