While Brian was home on vacation from Korea, we were able to escape to Paris for a few days. This is day one.
Some photos courtesy of Mr. Brian.
In the wee hours of the morning before our flight, I packed while someone was snoring.
We flew from LAX to Detroit. Broke out the guide books and began mapping our itinerary on a napkin. Great things happen on napkins.
And the Detroit to Paris. On the way there we watched Wedding Crashers (?) and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Bienvenue! Charles de Gaulle Airport.
We took the metro to our hotel.
Our hotel in the Latin Quarter.
The view from the room.
Bookstores, cafes, movie theatres and jazz clubs fill the ancient riverside quarter between the Seine and the Lexembourg Gardens. As leaders of the 1968 revolt disappeared into the mainstream of French life, so the Boulevard St Michel, the area's spine, turned increasingly to commerce, not demonstrations. Today there are inexpensive shops and fast food outlets, and the maze of narrow cobbled streets off the boulevard are full of ethnic shops, quirky boutiques and avant-garde theatres and cinemas. But the area's 800 years of history are are difficult to efface. Still remaining is Rue St Jaques, the long Roman road stretching out of the city, and the forerunner of all the city's streets.
We took a nap and then headed out for the evening.
The first thing we came across was Notre Dame.
It is located on the Ile de la Cite, cradle of the city. Pope Alexander III laid the first stone in 1163, marking the start of 170 years of toil by armies of Gothic architects and medieval craftsmen. The cathedral is a Gothic masterpiece, standing on the site of a Roman Temple.
Here is a portion of the Portal of the Virgin. The Virgin is surrounded by saints and kings.
View from across the Seine.
We were looking for a place to eat, and there were too many options!
We ended up on Greek Row, and chose this restaurant because it looked like Valentine's Day.
Little Athens is a lively place in the evening, especially on weeknds, when the Greek restaurants situated in the picturesque streets around St Severin are at their busiest.
It was kind of crazy inside. Live music, people dancing, plates tossed to the ground, and the beautiful decor...
We thought this was a funny picture of Brian.
For dinner: complimentary wine, yogurt and cucumber dip with baguette, greek meatballs, salmon, and chicken kabobs.
I was too scared to toss a plate on our way out. With my luck the shards would bounce right into my eyeball.
After our bellies were fed, we continued our stroll through town. By this time, most places were closed but that wouldn't stop us from exploring. This is St. Germain and the Latin Quarter.
My nickname growing up.
Anyone up for a royale with cheese?
The window shopping was to die for.
A Brian sized street light.
Indiana is the place to go if you're in the mood for Tex-Mex. There are several locations across the city.
All that walking made us hungry. Time for a stop at haagen das.
We chose the evil cookie and ice-cream concoction.
Back to the hotel. Us squeezing in the lift.