Many apologies for the lack of updates. I just spent the weekend over in Paris. No amount of words can describe the beauty of Paris. The city is just full of majestic charm that transports your imagination back to the settings of the grand cities in good old movies. Although it was only three days in Paris, I have over two hundred photos to show you. Along with my sister, I am now an offical member of the unofficial WE-LOVE-PARIS fanclub! Haha.
The trip to and from Paris was truly gratifying. Not only did I marvelled in the beauty of the city of lights, I learnt the meaning of true independence. I travelled alone to and back from Paris because Eliz and her friend, Nic, were already in Paris from Amstadam. Travelling on the train at night meant that I had to stay extremely wary of everything and anything around me. Not to mention that I had to navigate around the cities of France and Germany in gibberish French and German. Besides, carrying four heavy luggages and having to hop on and off eight different trains was no mere task for the physically challenged.
On the night that I was due to leave for Hattenheim, Germany, I missed my 10.45pm train. Some bloody French girl pointed me onto the wrong platform. I already realised something was amissed when five minutes before the train was about to leave, the train was eerily vacant. However, I still went searching through the cabins, hoping for some sign of life. Within the next ten minutes, I was totally freaking out. I hopped off the train with four extremely heavy bags and spotted the French conductor. Speaking in hopeless French, I asked him for the train back to Frankfurt. He looked at me regretfully that the train to Frankfurt Main was gone five minutes ago. The fear finally dawned onto me. It was really fortunate that the French conductor was really nice to me and guess what? He allowed me to board the train back to Strausborg.. first class!
Not that it really mattered to me at that point in time. I was actually more concerned about returning back to Hattenheim alive. On the train, I met a really nice (and good-looking but married) Canadian who gave me alot of advice and reassurance that I would be fine. Nevertheless, I am really proud of myself for travelling on my own. Afterall, how many twenty-year-olds are there around who went travelling alone, missed her connection, ended up in some weird French city and managed to stay alive? Haha.
Okay, back to my journey to Paris.
This was what I meant by sitting in the train station alone at night.
On the first day in Paris, we went to Musee D'Orsay. Musee D'Orsay used to be the garden of the famous King Henry in the 1600s. The museum demonstrates artistic works of the Western world and is divided into different sections for different eras. There was even works by Van Gough even though Eliz and I did not recognise it until Nicholas told us that he was really impressed by Van Gough. Haha.
The beautiful garden by The River Seine.
We had this really HUGE crepes for lunch. I bought a Nutella one. It was nice to the tastebud within the first few bites. But excessive supply of Nutella kind of made me sick. I exchanged it with Eliz for her Poulet Crepe. It was really nice!
After lunch, we walked over to the famous Notre Dame Cathedral. The Notre Dame was really a place of worship of remarkable and breathtaking beauty. Before the Notre Dame, there are pigeons flocking about. Within the cathedral, the quiet reverence of the tourists and light passing through the stained glass panel provides illumination of the church, making it seem so hauntingly beautiful.
From almost every part of central Paris, you can see the most beautiful river in the world, The River Seine. It is absolutely an alluring sight. Be it night or day. The sparkle of the water from the bright sun from the afternoon provides absolute pleasure to the sight. Next to the River Seine, there are Frenchmen peddling caricatures, portraits, postcards and books of Paris.
The Arc D'Triomphe sits are the crossroads to the famous shopping street, Champ Elysee.
And along Champ Elysee lies the famous store famous for being two letters. Sindy and sis, this is for you! LV is really cheap in Paris. The Damien Speedy is only 450 Euros. And that does not include the tax refund.
There was actually a couple taking their wedding shots below their Eiffel. The tourists were actually more interested in taking photos of the bride who was wearing an Eiffel Tower accessory on her head than the actual Eiffel itself. She looks pretty pissed. Haha.
Oh my. I cannot believe that I have been blogging this entry for more than seven hours and it is still far from done. More pictures tomorrow, darlings!
