E. Hemingway was right - Paris is a moveable feast. A feast with the finest cuisine and eccentric characters donned in Chaumet, Dolce and Hermes.
So in celebration of my verging on midlife crisis age, Paris marks as my top destination for two simple reasons - my Ninang lives there and well, its Paris! Beauvais Airport is an hour away drive from the city but when we got to Paris, who really cares? (well, except the locals I guess). It was around 11:00pm when we reached the city but for some, well, the party just seems to take on a heavy toll. Consider this street known for its transgendered belles actually prostituting themselves and, what’s more surprising? The lines of cars parked along the road actually negotiating with them. Europe does have a different definition of prostitution far from mine when they made it legal.
Moving on…
The following morning, we ate brunch at Crepe de Josselin, a resto specializing in scrumptious crepes. Got some German sausage wrapped in wheat-flour crepe which was far from disappointing, and so our succeeding meals. Now, I can truly say that French cuisine is the world’s finest. And yes, the most expensive sit-ins with meals averaging about 50euros for two, including drinks, main course and dessert exclusive of the 19% tax. Yep, you do the math. But similar to Italian customs, an unclean plate calls for an offended chef and resto owner. And Nobalutan please!
After Crepe de Josselin, we headed straight to Sacre Coeur, a Catholic church sitting on top of the hill with a stunning view of the city. Climbing the 100-stairs was a cinch considering the other 500 we climbed in Vatican. It was a local hang-out and a tourist destination filled with panhandling and very creative local entertainers. And by very creative, I meant, an old stout woman shrieking, jumping, dancing and scarf-changing, street-singers, street-sellers, break dancers, oh, and one guy boasting of his ability to not blink for a certain length of time. Recession, what have you done? Lol.
We then went to the famed Eiffel Tower. Oh, I could have kissed the metal bars and jump into the silly custom of biting into it. Coz what else can I say? Absolutely stunning. Waiting about well 2-hours in line was still worth it. The light show at sunset was just the cherry on top of the fantastic world wonder. I really wished I had a better, full-functioning camera. But oh well. Then, it was Pizza Pino for dinner followed by The Proposal movie at one of Paris’ many theaters. Took the last Metro and went straight to bed to gather strength for tomorrow - shopping, shopping, shopping, and more sightseeing.
But for now, Bonne nuit!
So in celebration of my verging on midlife crisis age, Paris marks as my top destination for two simple reasons - my Ninang lives there and well, its Paris! Beauvais Airport is an hour away drive from the city but when we got to Paris, who really cares? (well, except the locals I guess). It was around 11:00pm when we reached the city but for some, well, the party just seems to take on a heavy toll. Consider this street known for its transgendered belles actually prostituting themselves and, what’s more surprising? The lines of cars parked along the road actually negotiating with them. Europe does have a different definition of prostitution far from mine when they made it legal.
Moving on…
The following morning, we ate brunch at Crepe de Josselin, a resto specializing in scrumptious crepes. Got some German sausage wrapped in wheat-flour crepe which was far from disappointing, and so our succeeding meals. Now, I can truly say that French cuisine is the world’s finest. And yes, the most expensive sit-ins with meals averaging about 50euros for two, including drinks, main course and dessert exclusive of the 19% tax. Yep, you do the math. But similar to Italian customs, an unclean plate calls for an offended chef and resto owner. And Nobalutan please!
After Crepe de Josselin, we headed straight to Sacre Coeur, a Catholic church sitting on top of the hill with a stunning view of the city. Climbing the 100-stairs was a cinch considering the other 500 we climbed in Vatican. It was a local hang-out and a tourist destination filled with panhandling and very creative local entertainers. And by very creative, I meant, an old stout woman shrieking, jumping, dancing and scarf-changing, street-singers, street-sellers, break dancers, oh, and one guy boasting of his ability to not blink for a certain length of time. Recession, what have you done? Lol.
We then went to the famed Eiffel Tower. Oh, I could have kissed the metal bars and jump into the silly custom of biting into it. Coz what else can I say? Absolutely stunning. Waiting about well 2-hours in line was still worth it. The light show at sunset was just the cherry on top of the fantastic world wonder. I really wished I had a better, full-functioning camera. But oh well. Then, it was Pizza Pino for dinner followed by The Proposal movie at one of Paris’ many theaters. Took the last Metro and went straight to bed to gather strength for tomorrow - shopping, shopping, shopping, and more sightseeing.
But for now, Bonne nuit!
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