From D-Day to Orsay

I've been very busy playing tour guide for the last two weeks with first my parents coming for a week, followed by a week with my very good friend Wendy. It's been a lot of fun seeing Paris again through the eyes of those who had never been here before. I have also gotten to see some of the key sites here and around France that I was saving for just this time. What I had forgotten was just how exhausting being a tourist in Paris for one week can be!

My parents arrived on a Sunday morning - Mother's Day in fact - and after a brief respite were raring to hit the town. We had Mother's Day dinner at Le Pied au Cochon - but none of us were inclined to sample the house namesake and speciality - two steaks and a salmon filet s'il vous plait. Have I mentioned my distaste for "Traditional French Cuisine"? Give me a croissant or a croque monsieur any day over terrine de foie gras.

Day 2 with the parents was a marathon visit of the Louvre. After a bite of lunch I left them to take a bus tour of the city and visit the Eiffel Tower on their own. That night, we went up to Montmartre to visit Sacre Coeur and admire the view, and fortified ourselves with dinner at an Italian restaurant.

Normandy

Day 3 we took the train out to Caen, Normandy. To lure my father to France (Mom was an easy sell), I had to come up with something I knew he couldn't resist. This lure took the form of a tour of the D-Day beaches in Normandy. Since this was also something I had wanted to do on this trip, and I can think of no one I would rather visit the WWII sites in Normandy with, it seemed the perfect plan. And it worked! We toured the Musee Memorial de la Paix in Caen the morning on Wed. which is a spectacular museum of the events leading up to WWII through to the Liberation of France following D-Day, June 6th 1944.

In the afternoon, we tour a van tour of a few of the D-Day sites along the coast: German bunkers and the artificial harbour built by the Allies at Arromanches;

Omaha beach where the Americans had no hope of surviving on the 300 m open beach; Point du Hoc, a key point of land which would have been fascinating but for the thunderstorm that crashed down on us. And we visited the American Cemetary which was a very visual reminder of the huge sacrifice the Allies made over just a few short days in a spectacular military strategy to turn the tide in WWII. It was a trip I will always cherish and remember. The only disappointed part of the day (except perhaps the inclement weather) was that the tour did not go to the Canadian section at Juno beach. Something to visit another time.

My parents and I also visited Bayeux and its famous tapestry with the story of William the Conqueror, and sampled some local apple cider (yum) and Calvados or apple brandy (yech) before heading back to Paris. My parents last day in Paris was another marathon of the Musee d'Orsay (one of my favorites) and Notre Dame Cathedral. I had to leave my parents on their own for dinner as I had to go out to the airport via train to pick up my friend Wendy that night.

All in all it was a fabulous week with my parents. It was great to spend Mother's Day in Paris with my Mom. My dad had a thoroughly enjoyable time and reversed all his pre-conceptions about France and Paris in particular. This place will do that to you. It has a certain magic to it for sure.

Chocolate and Charlemagne

I spent last weekend in Brussels, Belgium and then two days in Aachen, Germany. I wasn't sure what to expect from Brussels, but I found it to be a delightful town full of fantastic Art Nouveau buildings. I, of course, sampled the local chocolate (ambrosia) and was very glad to get a decent beer for a change. I had the opportunity to be in a student film as I came out of the train station when I first arrived - all I had to do was cross the street looking stressed - not a problem as the pedestrian light was not working and in addition to getting across the traffic with my roller bag, there was the added risk of street cars rumbling by. Watch for me at Cannes!

I decided that with only two days in Brussels, I would take one of the tourist hop-on hop-off bus tours to see the sights and get a bit of history. I discovered that Belgium is a monarchy and then 10 minutes later was hopping off at the royal palace where I was lucky enough to be in Brussels during the two weeks of the year that the royal greenhouses are open. I was thinking it would be a couple of greenhouses with some nice flowers. Two hours later I had filed through building after building where the greenhouses rivaled the plants for grace and beauty. I also had a chance to glimpse the royal grounds which were equally stunning with a lovely view of the city over a lake etc etc. One thing I did note though was that even the king and queen of Belgium couldn't avoid being out of the flight path of the airport! It was a great side tour, but it did mean I ran out of time and missed seeing the Star Wars exhibit at one of the museums - rats!

Sunday morning I found myself climbing off the train in Aachen. As usual I didn't have a map, but I had drawn myself one off the Aachen tourist page on the web the night before to navigate to the hotel. It was supposed to be less than a kilometre, and it was a lovely morning so I thought I'd walk. Half an hour later I was hot and sweaty and cranky, and obviously lost. I found a map on a local bus shelter and discovered I had turned right instead of left at one of the first intersections. It still wasn't too far to the hotel, so I shlepped back, roller bag clicking along the pavement behind me. For a geographer, I seem to have both a lousy sense of direction, and a misguided confidence in my ability to travel without maps. I did get to the hotel, and stashed my bag to go off and explore the town (still no map). It wasn't until I had explored much of the gorgeous old town near the cathedral and was on my way back to the hotel that I discovered the tourist office a block from my hotel. I purchased the handy "Charlemagne's guide to Aachen" and was now able to understand much of what I had seen.

Charlemagne was apparently quite fond of Aachen and it is where he spent his final years, taking advantage of the natural hot springs in the area. The Aachen city hall has one tower (the one on the right) where Charlemagne lived in until his death in 814. The cathedral of Aachen is a UNESCO world heritage site (chalk up another one on my list), and seems small compared to some of the huge cathedrals in France, but it is much older. Charlemagne (naturally) built the first part of the cathedral and he's also entombed there. The cathedral was expanded in gothic style and consecreated on the 600th anniversary of his death, which brings us to 1414.

Aachen also is a city that loves its bronze fountains. This one is of a mythical creature from recent history that would apparently attack men on their way home on pay day and take all their money (and coincidentally make them smell like a beer hall). In the background is the Aachen Cathedral's gothic spire.

I did conduct some business in Aachen with my friends at Kisters, visiting their office and discussing the upcoming migration of our data management software system. Curiously the more interesting part of my visit was to learn that Kisters also makes 3-D "printouts" of computer-generated models as another arm of their business. It was good to meet some of the people with whom we will be working over the coming months.

I enjoyed my time in Aachen, but was happy to come back to Paris on Tuesday where I am at least able to speak the language! I ended up eating at a Greek restaurant in Aachen, because it was the only place I knew I could read the menu!

A bien tot! - S.

Of Shakespeare and Unicorns

I am actually writing this from Aachen, Germany, but realize I have gotten behind on my posts from Paris. I thought you might actually like to know some things about Paris before I go on about my next adventure to Brussels and Aachen.

I had the opportunity through a friend to meet an Australian who has made Paris his home for the last 20 years. David is an architect and now a photographer, so you can imagine he was a wealth of information on Paris. Cat & I met David on a Sunday afternoon for a cafe creme in the Cafe Beaubourg next to the Centre George Pompidieu where he shared his latest photos from a recent trip to India that he is hoping to turn into a book. After coffee, David took us over to Shakespeare and company to have tea with the 92-year old former owner of the famous english bookshop that has seen the likes of Hemingway etc in its day. Sunday afternoons at 4pm, you can go up over the bookshop to meet fellow travelers and aspiring authors for tea. The 92-year old former owner was a no-show, but we did meet several interesting others, including a travel writer for the Lonely Planet (my exclusive guide to all things France). Sitting in the small reception room of a tiny apartment above a famous bookshop made me wish (and not for the first time) that I was more literary. I did not fess up that I was currently reading a book entitled "Snow White and the Seven Samurai" about fairy tales gone awry in a humourous fashion.

David invited us along that evening to another Paris institution, although this one might not be in the guide books. We were invited to the home of a 1960s counter-culture icon and co-founder of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, Jim Haynes. Apparently every Sunday Jim puts up a meal for up to 50 guests with the sole purpose of encouraging discussion amongst relative strangers. He's been doing this since the 1970s, and estimates that over 120,000 guests have shared a meal and some great conversation at his home. I think my six degrees of separation from the rest of the world just shrank by a degree or two. I talked to people from all over, from Portland OR, New Zealand, Toronto, France, Germany. I didn't get the chance to talk to the fellow from Vancouver. One woman from Milwaukee described how she met her Frence fiance when he was on a high school exchange in the US. They dated briefly then, but it was when he tracked her down some 10 years later that they fell in love and she moved to Paris. When telling this story to another frenchman, he replied "French men are tenacious like that". It was a wonderful evening.

On a separate topic, a week or two ago I made a visit to the Musee du Moyen Age (Museum of the Middle Ages), which to my delight is currently free of charge. It started a little slowly with some ceramics and bits and pieces of statuary left over from the Middle Ages - you really need to use your imagination with only an arm or a head left of the statue. It then moved on to more information about daily life of the time as captured in a number of tapestries. There were also the tiniest detailed metal sculptures which were fascinating to me in their detail. The culmination is a series of 6 tapestries from the 15th century, called the Lady and the Unicorn. Five of the tapestries depict the five senses, and the sixth "A mon Seul Desir" is the moral of the series possibly about exherting control over your senses and an assertion of free will. (this photo is from musee Cluny website) The bright colours and impecable detail of the tapestries is quite stunning, and given their sheer size, all 6 together are fascinating to behold.

The museum has reflected the scenery from the tapestries in the garden adjacent, and the locals provide some parallel imagery of lovers and scoundrels depicted in some of the other tapestries on display.

May 4, 2008