I’m afraid to say that the very thought of Paris made me feel very much that: afraid. This was our first monolingual step into the continent and for me, a person who is totally language driven, it was a giant leap outside my comfort zone.
We stepped off the Eurostar into Gard du Nord and the biggest crush of people and unintelligible hub-bub I have ever encountered and I confess inside I was fighting the urge to turn tail and run. But this journey is all about personal growth (well, that’s what I told myself, anyway) so instead we went about sorting ourselves and quickly found the easiest way to do that was to ask someone. Yes, one of those scurrying (because in Paris, they walk FAST!) folk. Turns out they’re generally both awe-inspiringly good at speaking our language and heart-warmingly happy to screech to a halt and help.
We New Zealanders seem to have a thing against being tourists. Our travel stories tend to be about the time we tramped fifteen kilometres up a mountain and shared a meal with a local shepherd or escaped being mugged in an unsavoury corner of *insert large European city name here* by the skin of our teeth and our knowledge of the 1973 All Black squad. It took us a while to work out that we are tourists and there is no shame in that.
Once we’d grasped that, we then embraced the whole Hop-on, Hop-off bus deal as simply the best way to decode a city in under three days and haven’t looked back.
Our first introduction to the City of Light was via the top of the Hop On Hop Off bus, driven by the efferverscent but slightly-prone-to-roadrage Su-Su. The white-knuckle ride around the Arc d Triomphe would satisfy the staunchest of thrill-seekers, and what a view!
During dinner in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, we could see the whole La Ville-Lumière has been taken to another level by the street vendors. “Hello Bling Bling” they called as we passed, and we delightedly added that phrase (though none of their products – how many glow-in-the-dark Eiffel Towers does a girl need?!) to the Homestead vocabulary.
Of course, there are not negotiable points of interest
including the very symbol of the French capital.
The weather wasn’t always kind during our stay
but we didn’t let that slow us down.
Our feet ached as we tottered our way homewards each evening
having negotiated the metro, the buses, the cruise boats
and kilometres of Paris streets to regale Louis the barman, an Italian with the world tattooed on his bicep (“Are we on there?” one of us asked. “Of course,” he answered pointing in the vague direction of Central America. “Lift your arm!” he was directed, which he did to reveal that we had not been missed. “Oh, you’re Kiwis!” he grinned, “that explains everything!”), with our adventures.
Paris you are awesome:
From the beauty of Notre Dame to the squalor of the underground toilets not 100 metres from it’s doors;
the magnificent Seine with it’s breathtakingly ornate bridges to the family home – a plastic sheet, three or four crammed carrier bags, and a couple of duvets – tucked in a dark corner near one of them;
from the iconic landmarks to the multitude of people who curl up by them to sleep at night.
Paris is a total juxtaposition; beautiful and ugly, opulent and penurious, friendly and hostile. How fantastic that it makes no apologies for this; Paris is Paris – take it or leave it.
We took it, grabbing it with both hands.
10 thoughts on “Hello Bling Bling”
Glad Paris and the Parisians gave you of their best despite the weather. You certainly made the most of your stay.
I think a lot had to do with us becoming more practised at and happy with being tourists.
Hi, The phrase ‘Hello Bling Bling’ which you may use for the rest of your lives and pass onto your descendants, is probably your true souvenir of Paris.
It is reassuring to know people were happy to help when confronted by some bewildered looking tourists.
A souvenir we will treasure forever 🙂 Much more fun than a neon Eiffel Tower!
Paris is unforgettable! I haven’t stayed there for years – we usually pass through there on our way to elsewhere – but the cafés, the street food, the galleries, the people, the fashions are all fabulous. The mess, the toilets( 😮 ), the driving I can do without!
I just love Paris’ confidence! It has no doubt everyone loves it:)
Seems to me they get roughly the same kind of winter that we get here – so I’m guessing the hop on/hop off was a tad chilly! Rain seems about right, for sure. I too was struck by the juxtaposition of gritty and beautiful, and I think you’ve nailed it – Paris makes no apologies for itself, it simply is what it is, and proud of it. When we went to the L’Arc du Triomphe there was a tunnel which took us under the roundabout so we could stand under the arch and get dizzy watching the traffic going round at dizzying speed – I think I would not have enjoyed being on the top of the bus for that experience, especially since as far as I could tell, French drivers all drove with death wishes. Looks like you really packed in a lot of experience in three days, despite rain – and I love the story of the tattoo.
It was a little chilly, but also gave a birds eye view, got right up to the “attractions”, and you get a running commentary so you don’t miss anything. We weighed it up and felt it was worth donning the jackets, hats and gloves (and very attractive rain ponchos provided by the company)!
Apparently the French insurance companies have now thrown their hands in the air (oh la la) regarding that particular roundabout and, rather than deem accidents that occur on it uninsured, they now don’t bother about squabbling the fault and each company repairs their insurers vehicle.
To be honest, it was quite a buzz being piloted by Su-Su around it. The bus was the biggest vehicle on it by far so we felt pretty safe 🙂
What a fun trip this must have been, putting aside how rain it was. I hope to visit paris one day.