Just came back from a very nice weekend in Paris. Just Dan and I. Kids were at home with Dan's parents. Party time :)
This was probably our fourth visit. We were always immune to the charms of the city every other Russian seems to fall for. There is an expression "To see Paris and die" that somewhat expresses the religious fervor of our former compatriots. Having done our tourist round years ago, our more recent trips were just re-visiting the top sites and not particularly memorable.
This time around we did not have much of the plan either but just walked miles and miles around the city. It is still not die-worthy but it is a great city with countless places to discover. Would be nice to spend three summer months here. We found "Highland park" near our hotel, and walked the lovely streets of the island behind the Notre Dame, passed the Eiffel tower, saw little China, and visited the Pantheon. Pantheon was always closed for whatever reason and we always wanted to see what's inside. Well, unless you speak French and/or know all the famous dead French people by heart, it is probably not that interesting of a place.
On a more interesting side, we got to see a girl fight and subsequent arrest. And then when we were eating Kurde sandwiches at a tiny place within the ancient wall, a crowd of young people came in. One of them offered to show a trick in exchange of a free meal. He showed a trick with a disappearing cigarette. Everyone laughed and he was rewarded with a meal for a euro.
En masse, men and women seem to be slimmer and more interesting and diverse looking, while their London counterparts win out by the "smartness" of their attire but lose out on the scale category.
Speaking of the scale, during our first visit when we were backpacking Europe our most memorable meal was having baguette sandwich by Seine river. We got all the ingredients at the local stores: cheese, salami, bread. It was amazing. Since then, we have not had a decent meal during our visits. My parents who were here a few weeks earlier did not have any luck either. So we decided to relive the old experience and subsisted on sandwiches, baguettes, croissants, and tartlets. Not complaining :)
At one moment we decided to hop into Moroccan restaurant. The waiter saw us, made a dour face, waited for a few moments for us go away and then grudgingly started to seat us down. We covered under his disapproving stare and decided that he's suffered enough and went back to our street fare.
On Friday evening we wandered up to Sacred Heart church. In addition to the views, there was a food and wine festival. It was really really cool. We went there on Saturday night as well hoping to catch a bit more excitement. But so had just about every Parisian. And so we just kept walking.
We contemplated Lido but then thought better and saw Machete Kills instead on Champs-Ulysses. The casting choices were superb and screenplay did not disappoint. What a perfect way to end a weekend!
This was probably our fourth visit. We were always immune to the charms of the city every other Russian seems to fall for. There is an expression "To see Paris and die" that somewhat expresses the religious fervor of our former compatriots. Having done our tourist round years ago, our more recent trips were just re-visiting the top sites and not particularly memorable.
On a more interesting side, we got to see a girl fight and subsequent arrest. And then when we were eating Kurde sandwiches at a tiny place within the ancient wall, a crowd of young people came in. One of them offered to show a trick in exchange of a free meal. He showed a trick with a disappearing cigarette. Everyone laughed and he was rewarded with a meal for a euro.
At one moment we decided to hop into Moroccan restaurant. The waiter saw us, made a dour face, waited for a few moments for us go away and then grudgingly started to seat us down. We covered under his disapproving stare and decided that he's suffered enough and went back to our street fare.
We contemplated Lido but then thought better and saw Machete Kills instead on Champs-Ulysses. The casting choices were superb and screenplay did not disappoint. What a perfect way to end a weekend!