So I guess between Kate and I, Paris has two of the happiest places on earth. I have already gone on about the Louvre, and maybe you can  guess Kate’s. Yep, we were off to Disneyland.

Paris Disneyland is not necessarily up there with the best of the parks, but you know… it’s Christmas time, there are rides to be ridden, and who can be in museums and galleries for a week without a break? Not us! So we jumped on the train and headed out there.

 

 

There are two parks at the Disney site… Disneyland and Disney Studios. Kate had not been to the studio park before, while I had 10 years ago when to be honest it was really very mediocre. It was not much but studio tour train ride from what I remembered. I certainly didn’t spend any real time in the park. But it had been bolstered with a bunch of new rides, so we opted for a 2 park pass and started our day in the studio side.

 

 

While there was a bunch more added in the past decade, the Disney Studio park is still not huge. The main reason for heading in was for the Ratatouille ride. Yes! One of my favourite Pixar films had a dedicated ride! To be expected I guess given what country we were in. So we headed there to find an hour long wait. Boo. We got fast passes to go back in a few hours, but decided we couldn’t wait that long and headed into the single rider queue. We would be split up, but a 5 minute wait compared to 60? We would take that and ride together later!

So in less than 5 we were on the ride. Man, this one is fun! You jump in a small carriage and take the role of a rat running around in the kitchen. The ride is a mix of scuttling through huge sets and props, combined with huge 3D video projections to make you feel like you are zooming about as well. The mix worked really well and gave a great sense of frenetic movement and rushing about. The odd spray from a popping champagne cork was fun too.

 

 

We both loved it and were keen to jump on again later. In the area they were obviously capitalising on the Parisian nature of the movie. Remy even had his own up market restaurant. 40 euro for a meal at a Disney restaurant? As cool as it might be, no thanks (it did look cool inside though!).

To be honest there were not many other rides of interest in this side of the park. There were some Toy Story themed ones more for kids that we rode in California a couple of years ago, but we gave them a pass. We jumped on the studio tour type train ride that seemed pretty long in the tooth and not really showing anything new.

I was excited to jump on the Twilight Zone themed Tower of Terror ride (as always) as it is one of my favourite Disney park rides. Kate happily get a single fast pass for that and jump on myself. I have probably written about this one before, but it is essentially a haunted elevator with a mind of its own, shooting up and down. This is so much fun as much for the reactions of everyone in there with you.

 

 

 

 

Otherwise we didn’t really do too much else on the studio side. There weren’t any characters wandering, so we popped into the shops for some fun pics before jumping on the Ratatouille ride again and calling the park done.

Now it was time for Disneyland proper!

 

 

In many respects we had the luxury of being able to chill a bit. We had both been to this park before and having been in California only a couple of years ago, much was still fresh. So we targeted our favourite rides rather than try and fit everything in.

 

 

First off was Haunted Mansion, or rather Phantom Manor as it is called here. Christmas Jack Skellington was hanging about out the front so we couldn’t resist saying hi and getting a picture. Our only character picture of the day! He seemed in good spirits in that big head of his.

 

 

 

The queue for Haunted Mansion was fast moving so in we went. Both of us dig this ride for whatever reason, and as we were moving about inside it dawned on us how different it is. There were many parts where we were looking at each other saying “I don’t remember this?!”. Made for a different experience, but not quite the one we were expecting! Still fun regardless.

 

 

 

 

Night descends fast here in Paris, and in no time at all it was time for the night time parade (5pm!). It was your typical Disneyland parade… all the characters ad floats wandering past. It is times like these Kate is always in her element, loving it all! And you know… the little kid inside you can’t help but get right into it.

 

 

The park is very different at night and it seemed quite dark to be honest, not the bright place we typically think of it. But that was OK… it meant the crowds started to thin out and let us get on to some of the other rides pretty quick. After the parade we hightailed it to Pirates of the Caribbean and were in in no time at all. Unlike California, there was a distinct lack of Captain Jack Sparrow (well the Johnny Depp version) around which was kind of odd.

We also jumped on Pinocchio as we went past too to continue with the old school ride theme.

 

 

But we needed to make sure we got a session in on the Buzz Lightyear Space Blasters ride, one of our favourites. I was current champ on this one, so we were looking forward to getting in the buggy and zooming through, taking shots at evil Zurg. This time I got ahead again with a score of over 300,000. My aim was true today.

 

 

The only other ride I was keen to jump on was Space Mountain, as it hold a place dear in my heart at Paris Disneyland. Many of you have heard this story, but the short of it is that when I was here with my sister Meagan about a decade ago, we got stuck on Space Mountain. Yep, we were stuck on a rollercoaster. Not upside down, but a severe upward-facing angle, for 10 minutes before we had to get rescued off by staff. Cool huh?! I wanted to relive the past and had gotten a fast pass for it. I went back at my allocated time… temporarily closed! I wonder if it was doing the same tricks. Part of me wished I had gotten on it again, but the sensible part said to quit while I was ahead.

 

 

By this time it was getting quite late, and with some shopping done, it was time to call it a day. In 12 hours or so we did the two parks pretty cruisey and had enjoyed another Disney Christmas. Who knows when we would be back at another Disneyland (I am guessing in the not too distant future).

 

So much for taking it a little easy on this trip. We thought having 8 days in Paris would mean relaxing a bit, but nope! Another morning and we are getting out and about pretty early.

 

 

The reason for the earlier start this morning was to head to somewhere neither of us had been… well below the city. Yep, we were heading in to the catacombs of Paris! This is a visit that is no reservation and limited to 200 at  a time, so we decided the earlier the better. But thankfully again it seemed the low tourist season was helping our cause as there were very few people about when we arrived.

 

 

There were some climate change protesters about though, the first real bunch we had seen in action. Not sure what lay underneath, but this big statue had now become a pretty cool polar bear. They were stopping traffic so they seemed to be getting their message across (whatever it may have been exactly).

 

 

At 10:15 we went in and began the descent into the depths of Paris. A hundred of so steps later we were at the bottom, in a series of long corridors to get us to the action. While starting as a normal set of tunnels under the city, their use became somewhat different following two different things: a series of collapses in the tunnels, and a series of overflowing cemeteries in Paris. So the solution? Reinforce the tunnels with the bones of millions of Parisians. Of course.

 

 

 

“Stop! This is the Empire of the Dead!” greeted us as we entered the catacombs proper. As we entered we were greeted with the beginning of millions of bones and skulls. It really is a strange sensation if you have been to anything like this before… both very unsettling, but in reality I find you get desensitised quite quickly, and disconnect a bit from what you are looking at.

 

 

As we wandered the halls, you would find the odd decorative set of skulls. I wasn’t always sure if there was meaning to it, or if it was the art of a bored worker from back in the day.

 

 

 

All about were plaques detailing where the remains in that area had come from. There were many many different cemeteries represented throughout, so I can’t imagine the undertaking it must have been back in the day.

 

 

After an hour or so we reached the end and popped back up into the overcast Parisian day. With only a handful of days left on our museum pass, we though it best to visit a couple of the museums we still had remaining. So on to the metro it was (where I got another in my collection of Star Wars thumbs up pictures…. man I hope this movie isn’t terrible).

 

We popped out in the neighbourhood of the Centre Georges Pompidou, a very striking new looking building that houses the main modern art collection of Paris. It is interesting to see where the lines of modern art are drawn, as there is some cross over at the edges with the d’Orsay and l’Orangerie. But quite quickly the Pompidou moves into the 20th century.

 

 

 

I have a love/hate relationship with modern art. I am willing to check anything out, and some of the classic work from the start of the 20th century is amazing. However as get further to the end of the century I really do start to question some things. A signed urinal? OK I guess, at least that I know the story and understand the sentiment behind it.

 

 

 

Big swathes of colour? Hhhmmm. Some of that is a bit more difficult. I will say however that my appreciation of Rothko’s works did grow when you are confronted by a number of them in one space as is in the Tate Modern. Here, with just one on a wall, I find the power diminished. But fascinating still at the very least.

We moved through the gallery at a fair pace, gathering momentum the more recent the works got. In not too long we were at the end of the main collection and felt it was time to spend a little time outside now the weather was improving. So to the Champs Elysees it was, the Arc de Triomphe to be precise.

 

 

As we popped out of the metro station things were quite odd. There seemed to be less noise and goings on. The reason? No traffic! There were no cars on the Champs Elysees or around the crazy roundabout that surrounds the Arc. How strange! Usually you are greeted with hundreds of cars in all kinds of crazy directions getting around the Arc, but instead there was just police and street blockages and green/yellow paint all over the streets.

It wasn’t until afterward I read about what had happened. Climate change activists from Greenpeace had simultaneously abseiled down the Arc, while other rode around the roundabout on their bikes, dropping yellow paint and allowing the Paris traffic to do the rest. They apparently called it a “giant sun” around the Place de l’Etoile. What we caught at the end was simply closed streets and trucks washing the paint off the road. It did mean we got to see the Arc de Triomphe in a different way to normal.

 

 

 

 

 

It was still open for tourists so we decided to head up the spiral staircase to the top. While still a little cloudy, the views were great as usual, minus the crazy traffic underneath. It gradually started reopening as we were up there and it was fascinating to see how 12 sets of roads being closed causes chaos to the usual traffic.

 

 

We soaked up Paris for a bit, before heading back down and jumping back on the metro (and finding more Star Wars!) to our final stop for the day. My favourite place in the world. The Louvre.

I can’t express how much I love this place. Even though I don’t love everything in it, the sheer size of the building and its collection means that it is almost impossible not to be in love with a number of things within. A decade ago on a different trip to Paris I visited EVERY room in the building over about a week of different visits. Yep, that is how long it takes. It is overwhelming to say the least.

Coming back it was comforting to find little seemed to have changed. Most things were where I remembered them, and so this trip was mostly about a best of for Kate and I. Visiting works that we each adored was the main plan. You need a plan in the Louvre otherwise you will just lose yourself somewhere in the museum (not a bad thing either).

 

 

 

First stop were the two sculpture “gardens”. These rooms, being brightly lit and feeling outdoorsy, are a marvel. You can spend an hour just in two rooms, marvelling at the works (and having some fun with them too).

We then had the rough plan to head to the top and start working our way down. Kind of a plan! We knew where our favourites were so ensured that we saw them on our fairly rapid travels.

 

 

On the way to the top we came across the massive room of huge paintings by Rubens. Only in the Louvre could you be virtually the only people in a room of this size and significance. Sigh.

 

 

One of our first stops was to visit The Lacemaker by Vermeer, one of Kate’s favourites. This painting is exquisite in its small scale, especially given how it could be dwarfed by so many other things in the museum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I won’t go into detail about the next few hours, but needless to say we just soaked up the magic of it all, and visited other favourites. We visited Mona, even though neither us still understands why there is the international obsession. Whenever I visit it I love to watch the crowds, 90% of whom approach it, stand for a few seconds, take a picture, and walk off. “Mona Lisa… check!”.

 

 

 

The Winged Victory is another of Kate’s favourites, while for me it is the work of Botticelli and also the Venus de Milo that epitomise the beauty of the Louvre and everything in it. It really is the happiest place on earth.

 

 

The day began as many have so far… with a quintessential Parisian breakfast. Still not tired of them yet.

 

I was excited to be up and about again this morning. Because I was in Paris? Yes, but also because I keep seeing Star Wars posters up everywhere! Less than a week! He he.

 

 

Anyway, so what did we actually get up to? The day began in earnest with a visit to the Musee du Moyen Age (Museum of the Medieval Age) which was only 5 minutes away from our digs. In any other city this museum would be a must see, with its ancient locale (in the remains of old roman baths) and collection of medieval artefacts and tapestries. But in a place like Paris, this is probably one of the those museums you just don’t have time to visit because of everything else there is to see in the city.

 

 

Kate was keen to see a particular set of tapestries there, so that was as good a reason as any. So just after opening in we popped. As mentioned, it is quite a modest museum compared with everything else the city has to offer. As a result we moved through quite quickly, checking out statues and stained glass that had been rescued from different places.

 

 

We then arrived in the room of the their main drawcard, the series of 6 tapestries known as the Lady and the Unicorn. Dating to the 15th century, their origins are a bit of a mystery. The symbolism behind them is the 5 senses, and 5 of the 6 represent them. The 6th ties them all together, with its full meaning still a bit unclear.

 

 

The works are really quite amazing, and seeing them hung in the one room is quite powerful. Easily worth the time to visit, and probably a shame more people don’t get to see what is undoubtedly an amazing piece of art.

 

 

With that, we decided to keep wandering down Boulevard Saint-Michel to hit the Seine, and on to the small island that is home to Notre Dame. The weather had cleared a bit, so we decided now was as good a time as any to visit the gargoyles at the top.

 

 

It is worth paying note again to the huge police and military presence there is around Paris. We were starting to see it even more, and here at Notre Dame was no exception. Constant armed forces wandered past, and we were being security checked into virtually every building we entered, even shopping centres and supermarkets. We weren’t sure if this had been the new norm for a little while or if recent events had put this into action, but sadly we were getting used to the constant security checks and balances.

 

 

The queue to head to the top was quite short so up we went. I always get a kick out of seeing the gargoyles on top looking out over Paris. Sure it is a cliche, but it is things like these cliches that are part of what makes Paris so special.

 

 

It was a bit cloudy so views weren’t spectacular, but still enough to gaze out far and wide.

 

 

Back down the spiral staircase it was, and into Notre Dame proper. Kate had never actually been in, so it was cool to be with her for her first visit. We said hi to Joan, and move through fairly quickly.

Given we have museum passes that run until Sunday, we were looking to visit all the things we were keen that were covered on it. So we decided it was time to rest, clear our minds, and enjoy some tranquility. The Musee de l’Orangerie is the place to go.

 

 

 

On our way I spied my first couple of Space Invaders perched up high. Score! I really need to be more vigilant as there are SO many around Invaders home town.

In no time we arrived at the l’Orangerie. This museum is a small collection of impressionist and post-impressionist works, that are in tune with the d’Orsay in many respects. But the reason to come here is to enter into the first main rooms and just sit. I had not been here in a long time so had not had a chance to enjoy Monet’s Water Lilies as intended. After clearing your mind in an empty room, you wander in to two huge spaces and a surrounded by the beautiful greens and blues of the immense canvases that comprise Monet’s work. I had seen these canvases before, and much of the related work, but to sit in a stark room surrounded by them was amazing.

 

So we sat. Soaking up the small details in the works. We could have sat their for hours really, enjoying from back and up close. And we did for quite a while before moving through the rest of the modest (in size) collection.

 

 

Out we wandered back into the hub-bub of Paris. The day had turned quite lovely, so we thought we should go back to Musee Rodin to enjoy the sculpture garden that we missed previously. So much nicer wandering about in the fine weather… umbrellas don’t really help do the gardens justice!

 

 

Speaking of cliches, I couldn’t help but get yet MORE photos of the statues and The Thinker in particular.

With this, our day was winding up so we headed back to the hotel. I still had some energy, so I decided to make use of some late opening hours and head back out. Destination Louvre!

 

 

Even though it was only a 20 minute walk from our hotel, it still pays to check you have the right museum when looking to visit late. Seems late nights at the Louvre are Wednesday and Friday, not Thursday as I thought. Seemed I got my wires crossed! Bah!

 

 

That was OK, more time to enjoy the brisk streets of Paris and see some of the sights lit up. Venus could wait until tomorrow.

P.S everyone… I am about a day behind in posts so will try my best to catch up!

 

Kate had today all planned out. But sometimes the weather changes your plans hey? But in this case it wasn’t the “damn, it’s raining” type change, rather “boy, it’s gorgeous outside!”. So rather than do some more museums and the opera house, we decided to get our butts into gear, and hop on a train to Versailles.

I had been to Versailles way back in 2000, and Kate had been before but had not had a chance to explore much of the grounds, so it was always a plan to go. But given much of the fun of the day is wandering the gardens we decided to jump on the nice day.

I know you all know, but Versailles was the royal chateau for a while, when Louis XIV moved out to the (then) countryside to chill out and party and do business. The site has the main chateau and then huge gardens that house some other important historic buildings, including where Marie Antoinette resided. Apologies (or thankfully!), this is probably the extent of the history lesson for you! It is to keep my historical ignorance and mistakes to a minimum 🙂

 

 

A short 45 minute train ride and we were in the township of Versailles itself and did the short wander to the palace itself. Like yesterday we enjoyed the benefits of being here in low tourist season, and had no wait at all. Even nicer was that we only had to compete with a handful of tourist buses and their hoards.

 

 

We decided to start by touring through the palace. For those that haven’t been, it is all about walking through the opulence and soaking up the ways of living from back in the 17th century.

 

 

 

 

The self guided tour leads you through the many furnished apartments throughout… the State Apartments, Kings and Queens. All decked out in their seemingly total impractical nature. There were constant questions of “how could you just relax in here?!” or “boy that bed is small!” or “check out that chandelier!”.

 

 

 

As we went around we constantly snapped pics of the extravagance of the palace. As Kate just said, it sure is a big palace for French kings and queens!

 

 

Because of the small number of tourists we found ourselves making our way through much faster than we remembered. So with a quick bite to eat, we headed out into the gardens and off toward the back corner of the grounds to visit some more of the palace buildings.

 

 

 

What was quite odd about being here in winter is that all the stone busts and statues were covered up. We could only assume it was to protect against the weather. But man, it sure made for some creepy images! Seeing the stark trees and the covered figures, it was like we were in a horror film!

 

 

The wander was super nice… brisk, but beautiful in the sunshine. Our next point of call was the Grand Trianon, a retreat for the king where he also got up to shenanigans with his head mistress. This building could be seen as a mini chateau… a smaller building but still decked out in 17th century opulence. Again, it was delightful to wander through and in this case the marble work was something else.

 

 

 

Next it was back into the gardens to check out the little sibling of the Grand Trianon, Petit Trianon. The petite version was all about removing as many formalities as possible, and as such was much less of showing wealth and privilege, and much more about functional living. This was so much so that Marie Antoinette was said to have favoured this chateau to get away from the formalities of her life.

 

 

Given where we were, and being surrounded by extravagance, we thought it appropriate to do some indulging ourselves. How you ask? With macarons! Yum! We could resist having an Angelinas here at Versailles and not take advantage. I tossed up between pistachio and lemon, and went the lemon macaron (as well as some of Kate’s chocolate and vanilla). Mmmm… they hit the spot.

 

 

On our wanders we came across the cute Temple de l’Amore, or the temple of love. With the day being gloriously sunny it was really charing sitting there amongst the gardens.

 

 

 

Our final destination in the gardens was in many respects the most odd. It was a collection of buildings affectionately known as Marie Antoinette’s Hamlet… a collection of farm houses that were built to help her realise her dream of being a milkmaid. Yep, you read that right. As such the buildings were a really oddball collection of British influenced cottages, complete with streams and waterwheels. There was even a working farm still there, complete with goats and chickens. How strange! Really cute but just totally weird all at once.

 

 

 

With the grounds explored (not nearly the whole lot, but a sizeable chunk) we wandered back to the main chateau, the day fast disappearing. We had been on the go for many hours and so it was time to jump on a train back to Paris.

We had plans of popping back to see Rodin, or visiting the Arc de Triomphe on our return, but by the time we got back into the city we were just a bit tired and hungry. So rather, we opted for some delicious crepes (savoury and sweet!) near our hotel and just relaxed for the rest of the night. In no time we were both fast asleep. Too much good living can do that to you.

 

 

I love Paris. But it has been over 10 years since I was here last. 10 years! And before that I had spent a number of weeks becoming  familiar with the city and every room in the Louvre. So it is a buzz to be back, especially with Kate.

Today was a Tuesday, meaning if we wanted to do galleries and museums, we had to plan ahead. The Louvre for one was closed, but so too many others. And the grim weather forecast meant that indoors was maybe for the best. But never fear, Kate had her plan, so after a slower start (which happens when you are awake at 6am and it is quite dark until about 8am), we headed out for some breakfast.

 

 

 

As we left the hotel, it was nice to lay eyes on the Pantheon in the daylight, having arrived after sunset. What was intriguing is that it seemed to be home to some comment on the recent climate summit, with large blocks of ice on the forecourt staying fresh in the brisk morning. Seemed there were also predators around every corner.

 

 

So off we wandered, hitting the Seine, and meandering along. The sun was emerging, giving us glorious views of Notre Dame, and filling us with even more reinforcement (as if we needed it) that coming to Paris was a pretty magic idea.

 

 

Next a quintessential cafe greeted us on one corner, so in we popped. Here was the first of probably many of this breakfast for the next week. The French staple… coffee, juice, bread and croissant. Mmmm. There is something deliciously elegant in the simplicity. I’m sure in a few days I will be after something different, but for now the novelty was too strong. Kate opted for her go-to, pain au chocolat and she too was soaking up being back in Paris.

 

 

First main stop was the Musee d’Orsay, probably second only to the Louvre here for important works of art (and that is saying something). It is hard to top the rooms full of impressionist paintings as well as the amazingly refurbished train station that houses the collection.  There is just something way too cool about looking through the huge clocks and seeing the Sacre Coeur high in the distance.

 

 

 

We decided to start at the top, working our way down. Seeing the impressionist works first made us feel at home and continue the buzz of being in Paris. Over the next few hours we wandered through the space, not having to cope with too many visitors, which I imagine will continue to be the same over the coming week.

 

 

 

We also started showing our respect for many of the works of art by, well, maybe not showing as much respect as we could. But it is hard to go past many of the statues in particular without paying homage in our own silly way.

Lunchtime had arrived and we decided to head out, hit the streets, and find some food. “Should we pop in here?”. “What about this one?”. “Or here?”… and so it continued as passed cafe upon cafe. Too many decisions! In the end Kate was feeling salady, so we found somewhere for her to put together her own while I jumped on the baguette and we kept wandering to find somewhere to eat.

 

 

Sadly, it was about now that the forecasted rain arrived and started to dampen our lunch plans. Hhhmmm… where to sit! We were headed towards Les Invalides, and decided to pop down on an indiscriminate park bench by the side of a street to tuck in before the rain got too heavy. Not quite a beautiful Parisian locale, but functional!

 

 

With sustenance to boost our energy, off we continued to the nearby Les Invalides. This is home to the tomb of Napoleon, and while we had both been here before, our museum passes meant the vast majority of sights were now free for us to wander in, so in we went. He we were met with our first real taste of what may become the norm in the city. A number of armed guards, checking bags and inside our jackets before entering. While getting into any major museum and public space is always going to have its checks, this seemed like the ante had been upped.

 

 

We wandered into the huge building. There is always something pretty crazy about seeing the huge casket inside casket inside casket (etc.) in the middle of the space. I did a quick look in the gift shop for a cheap Napoleon style hat, but alas it wasn’t to be.

 

 

We did a quick wander around and kept moving. In many respects the main reason for visiting Napoleon was that Les Invalides was right near a museum that was a huge favourite of both of us, the Musee Rodin. It had recently just gone through a major refurb, and the entire space had just reopened. Win! Alas, the rain was making our visit difficult to enjoy and soak up properly (ha, soak… see what I did there) but in we went anyway, starting with the displays inside an old hotel that resides on the grounds.

 

 

His work is incredible, and it is always so cool to see not only the works but the moulds and the entire creative process.

We were starting to hit the wall a little (going to the other side of the world will do that to you), so after making our way through the indoor part of the museum, we decided to give the gardens, housing his larger works, a miss for the time being. The relentless rain helped us with that decision too!

So off we tramped, back toward a Metro station. Of course, on our way we walked past a gorgeous looking patisserie and couldn’t help ourselves. Kate got her eclair (as I could have guessed) while I went a little rogue and got a big slice of flan. Delicious!

 

 

It was approaching 5pm by the time we arrived back at our hotel. We were both pretty tired, but decided to wander into the Pantheon since we had some time up our sleeve before it closed. Housing crypts for many distinguished French men and women, it is cool to have a quick wander in the depths of the old church. While many were unknown to me (possibly showing my ignorance), there were some that have proven to be quite important to me and my study & work, such as Louis Braille, and Marie and Pierre Curie.

 

 

Phew! Our first day was nearly done. We were both pretty tired, so off it was to a nearby cafe for some dinner (still happy hour!) and then to rest up after our first day. Ah Paris. I’ve missed you.