Saturday, December 11, 2010
The UK
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Paris seems a long time ago, but it was really only a couple of weeks ago.
We stayed with my Auntie Kerry and Uncle Greg, who looked after us extremely well. We got there by a very long train from Barcelona, and were greeted at the bustling Paris train station by Kerry. She took us home to a delicious meal of Beef Bourguignon and lots of swapping of stories.
We had some delicious French pastries for breakfast the next morning and headed off for a tour of the city. Kerry was our guide and we walked by most of the big sights and got hassled by most of the big scams. "Do you speak English?" means let me distract you long enough to pick your pocket, "you dropped this" means pay me and ill give this to you, or if you don't want it I'll distract you and try to pick your pocket, "can you sign this" means give me money, and if an old beggar woman is seen and looks like she may be on her death bed, she can often be seen having a wine with friends after a hard days work (and of course if she's good and makes a lot of money, she pays her taxes so she can get free medical). Everyone in Paris (maybe France?) who pays taxes gets these cool vouchers worth 8 Euro each, equaling five a week. This is because businessmen used to go home for lunch and they wanted people to stay in the city and support the restaurants (as if tourists don't do that enough) so they get 8 Euro toward their lunch every day! I wish...
The next day Ryan, Alex and I headed off to Bruges in Belgium for a night which you can read all about our adventures on the previous blog named Tyncot... We had a great couple of days.
We got back on Friday evening which is traditionally nibbles and champagne night in the Hunting household. So we had some real champagne from Champagne with a spread of all other delicacies and were glad that we would still be around for the next Friday's evening. Carly had a lovely girls time with Kerry wandering around looking at all things Art Nouveau, and getting over her cold by lying on the couch and reading.
Greg has the weekends off so it was nice to spend some time with him. Saturday morning we all headed off to the Museo D'orsay. It was full of lots of great work some very famous (Van Gough, Renoir, Monet, Manet and many, many more) and some not so famous but all really amazing. The museum is not huge (it was previously a train station) but it had such a concentration of great works. A quick coffee/hot chocolate finished up our time there and we were off home...
Just in time for the boys to sit down and watch Australia get beaten by England in the rugby, and the time trials at the F1 in Abu Dhabi. Greg had given up a very exclusive invitation to Abu Dhabi to be in on all the action so that he could spend time with us so we only thought it fair to at least let him watch it on TV, very kind of us isn't it :-)
Sunday was bacon and eggs (possibly the best bacon I have *ever* had) and we explored the Jewish quarter. We had Falafel and bought pastries and had a lovely meandering morning. The boys went back to catch the final Grand Prix. Carly and Kerry and I explored further looking in some art shops that we could never afford to purchase from but very much wanted to. Us girls got home to the sound of the Doppler Effect going over and over, very, very loudly, with the occasional sound of crumpling metal. We had tea and ate the pastries. Soon enough it was time for drinks and dinner, which was something delicious with lots and lots of cream...
Monday we fulfilled one of my life long dreams... to go to Disneyland! It was great! Just as I would have expected it, cartoon characters walking around and some really great rides and areas. Although I still think Australia does theme parks extremely well... the rides were fun but not really scary and your tummy didn't feel like it was about to come out your mouth very often. We had bad fish and chips for lunch, as you have to at these places and got home tired and exhausted but very excited. Alex had made delicious pumpkin soup for dinner so with more wine and fresh baguette it went down very well.
Greg told a story that when he was getting a medical for his job in Paris, he was asked by a Frenchman "do you drink alcohol?". He said yes, my wife and I will drink a bottle of wine between us most nights. The Frenchman repeated "do you drink alcohol?". Greg repeated and tried to be a bit clearer, yes most nights I drink about half a bottle of wine. The Frenchman looked at him and repeated "yes, but do you drink alcohol? Like whisky, rum, gin...". See in France wine is what everyone drinks, and everyone drinks A LOT, no matter what time of the day it is. It isn't rare to see two businessmen drinking wine over a meeting at 10 o'clock in the morning. This really is my sort of country!
The rest of the week was filled up with climbing the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Musee l'Orangerie, visiting Greg's office that overlooked Place de la Concorde, Saint Chaplle, Arch de Triumph, Champs Elysees, Montmatre, Sacre Coeur and wandering the lovely streets of the city.
We went out for a delicious dinner of duck one night (which had been soaked in its own fat for about 8 months and cooked for about 8 hours that day... no words to express just how good this meal was), and Thai another (at Kerry's favourite Thai Restaurant) and enjoyed eating fresh baguettes, cooking with lots of cream and drinking sometimes a bit too much wine, especially on my part!
It was a lovely 10 days or so and Paris is definitely a city I can see myself living in.
We left Ryan to catch a train to London where he was going to spend a few days and then fly home, and Alex, Carly and I left the city of love very early on Sunday morning with a few more souvenirs, a lot more memories, a desire to come back and live there one day and weighing a few more stone each, to catch our flight to Dublin... But more of that next time.
Au Revoir
Danika
The EIffel Tower

Being gargoyles outside Notre Dame

Kerry and I at Disneyland

The four of us atop the Eiffel tower

Stained glass window inside Notre Dame.







