Happy New Year! Sounds strange to say 6 months late, but I am a little slow getting here.
This is our last day in Paris. We fly out Wednesday, and I will combine both days in this one post. On Monday, we had plans but they got pushed to the side when Frankie got ill. He was feeling much better now so we picked up right where we left off the day before at Sacré Cœur Basilica in the Montmartre area of Paris.
We didn't go in again today, but we made up for it by going in every other church we saw! The first one we hit is just around the corner from Sacré Cœur called Saint Pierre of Montmartre Parish. We walked in and saw that they were having a New Year's Day service. We were respectful and sat down in the back to view the church. I made double double sure that the flash was not going to go off on my camera and took a short video of the service.
We didn't stay long and I did get up and quietly took some pictures of things that were in the back of the church.
Wait...I want to make sure you see this properly....
That statue is holding his head in his hands! What?! Well, this I must find out more about!
The "Cool Stuff in Paris" website had the following to say about Saint Denis, depicted by the white statues above:
"Saint Denis was the first bishop of Paris, back in the third century when Paris was still very much a Roman city. The prodigious number of conversions Denis performed got him on the bad side of the local pagan priests. So the Roman rulers of Paris had Denis arrested and brought him to the highest hill in Paris, now known as Montmartre, where he was executed by — you guessed it — beheading. Now, here comes the good part: It's said that immediately after Denis was killed, he picked up his head and walked six kilometers to the North, and then finally died. The spot where he fell is now the town (technically a commune) called Saint Denis."
We will see Saint Denis again later in the day and we will see Saint Peter the other guy in the first photo...IF you even noticed him, sorry Peter...many many times on this day.
Since they were having services we didn't stay long at the church plus there was so much more to see!
Right outside the door of the church there was someone selling hot wine and mint tea. Not sure how those got paired up but whatever. I love mint tea and the price was cheap so I bought a cup.
Do you see that? A REAL mint leaf! That is one thing that I love about the European countries that we have been to, real food. If I had ordered a mint tea in some places in America I might have been greeted with something that possibly contained a trace of the real thing, but more than likely it would contain a chemical substitute that is cheaper to produce than the real thing but taste eerily similar to it somehow. Quality goes down and so does your health!
Off my soap box and onto Place du Tertre. This is the place to go if you are an artist, at least one hoping for the tourist's Euro anyways.
There is so much to see in the Montmartre area of Paris. This is the one hill in Paris and they packed it full of goodies. I would like to share some pictures now of things we saw on our walk.
First up just some random shots.
Again, just want to make sure you saw this...
Cracked me up!
Here is more of Saint Denis, the decapitated saint.
Now on to one of the reason why I wanted to go to this area in the first place! The windmills (well one of them, anyways).
As we were walking along we passed a restaurant that wasn't open for business on New Year's Day, but it was obvious they celebrated last night.
They must have decided to clean up later. For some reason I love this shot.
It's time for lunch! It wasn't much to brag about, some pasta for both of us, but I did have some good dessert. Crepe Chantilly!
Now, I wasn't really sure what was meant by Chantilly (all I knew was lace) so I asked and found out it was just whipped cream. Ok, sounds good to me and it was!
Next up Saint Jean de Montmartre Parish.
After seeing the church we continued on our way to another of Paris' windmills, this one a little different from the others...
There is no way I would have paid 50 to 200 Euros to go to dinner and a cabaret show. I know that many people do, I just am not one of them. So I took a picture of the outside and called it good.
Done with Montmartre we hopped on the metro where I saw this.
Even the dirt in the metro looks like the Eiffel Tower in Paris!
We had two more churches to see. The first one was Saint-Germain-des-Prés. This is the oldest church in Paris built all the way back in the 11th century! It was stunning!
Hey, look! There is Saint Peter again! He is like Santa Claus at Christmas...everywhere!
On our way to another church we saw the coolest fountain right in the sidewalk.
The church we were heading to was called Saint Sulpice. All the churches we saw in Paris were so beautiful and Saint Sulpice was no exception.
Now here is something that was very unique about Saint Sulpice.
So, you are probably wondering what makes this so special. Well, let me tell you! This is on the north wall.
(I know that because I read it somewhere. I have no idea which way is north unless I am sitting in my house and I know that only because the house doesn't move and someone told me while in my house which way is north. It is really pretty pathetic, I know.)
Anyhow, on the north wall there is this obelisk looking thing which is placed just right so that at Christmas Mass the sun shines into the church through a tiny hole high up on the south wall. The sun hits a mark on the obelisk that indicates the winter solstice and week by week that beam moves down the obelisk and across a bronze rod in the floor, until, at midsummer the sun lights up the area near the altar.
Of course, none of this is an accident and was planned out long ago which makes it even cooler!
Done with Saint Sulpice we headed toward Luxembourg Garden (otherwise know as a park to us Americans). With 60 acres of grass, trees, playgrounds, tennis courts, statues, ponds, and more this place is huge, unless you compare it to Central Park in New York City which is 14 times larger. But who is counting?
Here are some pictures I would like to share with you from Luxembourg Garden.
Lose translation, "Danger! Watch out for branches flying through the air and possibly bringing you to an early demise when the wind blows really really hard!"
This statue is called The Effort and I am not sure exactly what he is trying to do. What is taking all his effort? It looks, and I am sorry for this, but it looks like he is in great effort to pass gas. Well, it does! (Mom, I didn't use that other word that you don't like, but don't click on that link, ok??)
I have one more strange statue to share with you.
I don't know what this one is called or even what you could call it. But there you go. I will let you draw your own conclusions.
Now on to the pretty sights of the park.
We saw people playing some games that I have never seen played. I don't know what this first one is called, but I can tell you that those people playing had about the same skill level as I would have if I had tried it. In other words, we would all be better off if we just sat down and read a book or something.
This second one is the Italian game Bocce ball. I don't know all the rules, but I do know you throw one small ball that everyone else then tries to get their bigger ball as close as possible. The word bacio (pronounced: ba-chee) in Italian means kiss and that is close to the word bocce (pronounced: bo-chee) so they want the small and big ball to just lightly touch like a kiss. At least that is what I have heard, but now looking up bocce it means bowling, but that isn't as fun so let's stick to my story, ok?
We didn't really have anything else planned that we wanted to see so we just started wandering around Paris. You just never really know what you are going to see.
For instance, did you know there are places in Paris where men wearing suits and hats are not allowed to walk?? It's true! We saw a sign! Or maybe they just aren't allowed to walk all funny...
And of course, you can't see this as you walk by a store and NOT walk in.
Then once you are in you see this.
And since you are now in the store and have drooled a little on their floor you have to buy something.
Frankie got a picture holding the baguette. I want a picture holding the baguette. I want to feel French European too!!
So it is getting close to that time again. Time to eat. Our last meal in Paris. We decide to brave the bus instead of the metro and that in itself is an adventure. Yes, the buses go to more places BUT knowing where you are and knowing where you want to go are so very very important and much more difficult that you would imagine.
We started at our hotel and got on one of the numbered bus lines. We figured if we get on this line, then this line has to come right back to our hotel. Right? Keep in mind this is New Year's Day. Who knows what is open and what time the buses stop running. It wasn't very late, maybe 7PM, so we were not TOO worried about being able to get back to the hotel.
We get on the bus and go for a ride. We decide to go to the end of the line, just to see what there was. We get off on the last stop after passing many many open restaurants to a section of town not overrun with tourists. It ends up being this huge circle of shops and restaurants.
Great! Just what we were looking for. We start around the circle only to find that either 1.) the restaurant was very expensive or 2.) the restaurant was closed. Well crud!
I think we walked all the way around one time just to end up at a place called Buffalo Grill. It was so American sounding...slightly fitting for our last meal before heading back to America. We needed to get our palates use to American food again and surround ourselves with American items and American legends. (Not really, but it was a last resort and we were getting desperate!)
Since this was our last meal you are going to see Every. Last. Thing. We. Ordered.
We received our bread and drinks and then sat there waiting and waiting and waiting. I think they forgot us. Frankie got up and tried to communicate with the waiter the problem but there was a breakdown in translation or something. Remember, we had wandering farther away from mainstream tourism so it was no surprise the waiter's English wasn't as strong as other people we had met. Luckily, there was a very sweet French couple sitting nearby with whom we had been chatting and they realized the problem. The man got up and went to where Frankie and the waiter were and helped explain that we never received our food.
Thank you thank you thank you very sweet French couple!
Food was brought out.
We ate. We paid. We got on the bus after a little confusion about where the bus stop was and what time the last bus came by...just a slight scare with another very nice French woman helping us country folk figure out the big city things. We went to the hotel. We slept. We got up. We packed. We got on the metro after dragging our carry-on suitcases and backpacks up and down a quadrillion steps. We got on the plane. And finally, we saw the Eiffel Tower one last time.
Au revoir, Paris!
It took me so long to write all of the Paris posts that we have already taken our summer trip. We went to Orlando, Florida and Savannah, Georgia. I will start organizing all my pictures from that trip and get busy on those post. I will TRY to have them done BEFORE our hopefully winter trip to Buenos Aires Argentina and Montevideo Uruguay!
Until then, adiós. (I have to start practicing my Spanish now!)