Paris

I was in two minds as to whether or not I should write this blog post. In many ways, Paris wasn’t what I had expected, and yet exactly what I had thought it would be – and I can’t decide if I love it or not!

Before we went on our trip so many people had said ‘Oh, Paris is so beautiful, you’ll love it’, ‘Paris is my favourite city’… and I almost feel bad for not immediately sharing the sentiment the moment I set foot in it. I almost didn’t want to write about it for fear I’d offend someone who truly treasures the city, but then why have a blog if you’re only ever going to tell half your story?

Forgo the cancelled flights debacle (which I’m not even going to mention again, because it was no reflection on the enjoyment of our trip at all), we had the perfect tourist trip. We landed on Thursday night, got lost, found our hotel on the same street we had been up and down about four times, and had treats from a patisserie for dinner. (Well, actually, Paddy had a McDonalds, but that’s a little less poetic.)

We headed off to Disneyland on the Friday and had a fantastic day being big kids (which you can read about here), before spending the rest of the weekend exploring the city. We had it all planned out and set out on Saturday morning for La Grand Palais, so we could walk along the Jardins de Tuileries to La Louvre, where Paddy could see the Mona Lisa. (Which, by the way, was the most underwhelming painting I’ve ever set eyes upon – I’m sorry, but it’s tiny, and kind of… boring.) We were wowed by the architecture of the building itself along with the sheer size of it and the labyrinth within. To be perfectly honest, we had no idea it held everything from an Ancient Egyptian Sphinx to Marie Antoinette’s furniture, and we loved it. If you don’t enjoy the works of art and history, every floor and ceiling is a masterpiece in it’s own right -it was my favourite place in the city by far.

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We walked from there to one of Paris’ three Five Guys restaurants (Paddy is now proud to say he has had a Five Guys in four countries) and then to Les Galleries Lafayettes; a beautiful store with a stained glass ceiling, housing every designer you can think of. A shopoholic’s dream. Where everything cost more than my car. Even with their 40% off.

We wandered from there to the Notre Dame in time to hear her legendary bells and the beautiful pipe organ. The cathedral has such a gothic eeriness about it, and the dramatic tones of the pipes bellowed around the whole building. The musician in me cried a little: I get slightly over-emotional when I hear music, and when you add that to a historic place you get all sorts of public blubbering.

Sunday was a bit more relaxed as our feet were still on fire. We’d seen lots of the sites and buildings we’d wanted to see the day before so we found our way to Laduree to grab some pastries and macaroons for brunch.

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I will never eat another Pan aux Raisins again. There’s no point. It will never compare. Sweet, flakey, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth, delicious bliss.

Moving on.

We trailed the Champs Elysses to the Arc de Triumph for our standard ‘we’ve been here’ tourist selfie, where people were literally risking their lives to get a photo by running into the middle of the road when there was a break in the traffic.

Seriously.

I mean, the things I do for the ‘gram sometimes, but risking a hit and run by a Parisian Fiat 500 on a road that seems to have zero indication of where any ‘lane’ should be going ain’t one of them.

We left that madness and found a few quieter streets to get to La Tour Eiffel, using the top of the tower to guide us. This felt more like the real Paris. We could actually see the little apartments along the road, with balconies 3 stories up overflowing with little plant boxes. The streets were lined with beautifully hand-carved wooden doors, with great big Charles-Dickens-like door knockers. They were simultaneously oozing grandeur and quaintness in their timeless Parisian design. When we got to the tower it was more impressive than we had anticipated. In a weird way it’s sort of pretty for a big lump of snazzy metal. It’s so intricate and detailed, in a way you don’t really appreciate until you’re standing below looking up at it.

Instead of being all romantic and mushy and going to the top of the tower, we decided to be all romantic and mushy and go for a boat ride along the Seine. Sunshine, beautiful views, and a little historical commentary on every landmark we passed – a pretty perfect afternoon. All along the river people were having a perfect little afternoon of their own. Some were out sunbathing, others reading, a few couples were dancing and encouraging their audience to join, buskers played under bridges – there was a feeling of simple, collective relaxation that we don’t see much of here in Northern Ireland.

The same feeling followed us back to the Eiffel Tower where we disembarked, and the gardens around it were filled with picnics, games, music – people enjoying simple pleasures outside in the shade of the famous monument. Even when we returned to see the dazzling lights after dinner in a little Italian restaurant (where conversation included topics such as ‘Mmmmm’, ‘mmmMMM’ and ‘these are the best prawns I’ve ever had’) so many locals and visitors were still sitting out enjoying the company and the spectacular view.

It was the perfect trip… BUT… it broke the illusion of the Paris I had in my mind from books, movies and magazines. Yes, everything looked as I’d imagined it, but it had been ruined in ways I didn’t expect. Just travelling into the city we noticed graffiti… everywhere. I figured it was just a thing that happened on the outskirts, as with most cities, and that the prized buildings in the centre would be left alone, but I was wrong. It really was everywhere, in abundance, with seemingly little effort to get rid of it or discourage it.

And then came the smell. Mostly ammonia, and stronger in some places than others (I refused to return to one metro station entirely)- but clearly not something that bothered the locals, especially as we witnessed the cause on one occasion.

Yuck. No shame there. It’s no wonder we saw rats running around the place as well. Yep, rats.

We also encountered a lot of homelessness, which truly broke my heart. Mothers with babies and young children and I felt so, SO guilty walking past them without giving them any money which they so desperately needed. But then, all may not have been as it seemed – we couldn’t help but feel they too may have been preying on the tourists (somehow, most of them seemed very clean for people living on the dusty footpaths?), and we genuinely weren’t carrying cash to give them, which was mostly because of the number of pick-pocketers and crooks around.

“5 (Eiffel Tower Figurines) for one euro!”… by which they meant you can buy five and pay one euro for each of them, and if you don’t there’ll be trouble. Avoid those guys. They also sell selfie sticks, and bottles of wine around the Eiffel Tower in the evening for the cheap, cheap price of way more than they bought them for.

The main problem for me, ironically, was that there was too many tourists. In fact, I felt sorry for the Parisians who have to put up with it daily, and made every effort I could to speak French and put a smile on their face (laughing at me no doubt, not with me), just so I felt like they wouldn’t hate me as much for being part of the swarm in their home city.

I guess in the end, I felt a little disenchanted with Paris. The architecture, history, style – everything about it is beautiful, and yet seems to be somewhat undervalued by it’s inhabitants, when realistically they probably wish they could just be left alone with it. The old streets are constantly stampeded by the sheer volume of tourists which only makes you miss what’s around you (and grumpy, it made me grumpy)… and yet, walking through the abandoned streets away from the crowds the city regained its allure and I wished the stones cold tell me their stories of decades gone by.

If you don’t have Paris on your bucket-list you’re making a mistake, but as much as I wish I could say it stole my heart, I don’t think it did. I’ve found myself talking about it every day, but I still don’t feel the pull to return to go back and wander it’s streets once more. I’m not sure when, or if, we’ll be back, but it sure was an adventure.

Gillian x

P.S. I NEVER want to see another selfie-stick again.

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Disneyland at 25

  For as long as I can remember I have wanted to visit Disneyland. I still remember the adverts showing the family the night before their trip- the mum shouting at the kids to go to sleep, with the kids replying that they couldn’t, because they were too excited, closely followed by their father making the same admission.
  Disneyland was only a small part of our trip to Paris and I had imagined that I’d be slightly less excited at the prospect of going at the ripe old age of 25, but that wasn’t so. In the least creepy way possible, I turned into a little girl again the moment I stepped off the train. I couldn’t contain it, I was buzzing with excitement and beaming from ear to ear.
  The park is celebrating being around for as long as I have, and a part of me thought it would show that age a little with the daily wear and tear of thousands of visitors, but I was wrong about that too. In the moments during the day where I realised I was actually an adult (few and far between as they were- in fairness, I am the height of some children), I couldn’t get over how clean it all was. Even the ground was immaculate; we were able to sit on the pavement and there was barely dust on our jeans. There wasn’t a plant out of place, a spot of chipped paint or a light left unshone. There was nothing that wasn’t pristine- nothing that could risk breaking the illusion.

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  We were amazed by how every cast member maintained character, their whole attitude and demeanour mirrored exactly those that we see on screen, to the point where you could forget that they weren’t real. It’s the kind of place you can forget your adult responsibilities and truly enjoy what’s around you- I literally found myself grabbing Paddy and saying “Oh look! There’s Micky and Minnie!”, when realistically I know it’s just a short dude in a mouse costume; you get caught up in the ‘magic’ and forget.
  The park is so untouched by the world outside it’s bounds it’s hard to remember that it isn’t real life. (Shout out to everyone who works there, because honestly, if I had to be that perky all the time, I would crack UP.) There’s nothing sad, nothing scary (unless you don’t like giant mice/people in costumes/rollercoasters) – only joy, excitement, colour and fun!
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  We spent the day exploring each of the ‘lands’ in the park, hopping on the rides, meeting Micky Mouse (obviously, who disapproved of Paddy’s outfit of choice, apparently he’s a French rugby fan) and enjoying the most elaborate float parade we’ve ever seen and the ‘Disney Illuminations’ at the end of the day. There’s no point in trying to explain it all: you just have to go for yourself to see it! I guarantee you’ll have a fantastic time, in fact I think I nearly have the family convinced we need another trip!
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It really is the happiest place on earth – we can’t wait to go again!
Gillian x