So, Paris Day 1, where to begin… well we ate breakfast and headed to the airport around 8:30 am to catch our flight to Orly Airport in Paris. It was a very easy check in and we had plenty of time to sit around, touch up our nails (worst nail polish ever!) and people watch. Well it was St. Patty’s day, so of course there were the “hot shots” in the group who decided they needed to go and buy themselves an entire bottle of alcohol to drink at 10am, needless to say, Jennifer and I did not partake in that, and Aude (one of the AIFS directors) wasn’t too happy to see them drinking straight out of a liquor bottle at 10 am either, but enough about that… We were sitting next to this cute little old man who was talking to someone about buying them a couple bottles of duty free Chanel No. 5 and trying to figure out what gate he needed to go to. He asked us a question and so we responded to him and he was so excited to hear English and he said we had perfect English, etc. Well he ended up needing to go to the same gate as us, so we sat by him at the gate as well. This is when we found out that he was actually an extremely racist cute little old man. He was telling us about how he didn’t know French because he always relied on his wife and how now that she’s dead he’s been trying to speak French, but it’s really hard for him and he lives in Monaco, and the perfume he bought was for his secretary, etc. Well then he starts to tell us about how he used to be a United States citizen and how he fought in WWII, but he gave up his citizenship and regrets serving in the military because we are letting all of these immigrants come in and take our jobs and we are ruining our country and us young people need to save it, and he just went on from there. He wasn’t talking about just Mexicans like you usually hear in the States, he was pretty much saying that about anyone living in the U.S. that is not Caucasian. I stopped listening after that and just kind of shook my head (to myself), because you can’t do anything to change the mind of an 80 year old something man.
After that conversation, we were able to start boarding. I was really excited because I finally got a window seat for a flight! It was a gorgeous day, so I had a really good view of the mountains while leaving Nice, as well as a view of Paris upon arrival. Our flight, however, was not the best. I’ve never been on a flight with so much turbulence before! It was a little scary, and the landing was extremely rough. Maybe I’m just spoiled by some of the other companies, but I was not impressed by AirFrance.
Once we landed at Orly Airport, we boarded our bus that would be taking us into Paris and then on our 3 hour bus tour of the city. When we met up with the tour guide, I was really surprised. I have this thing with the appearance of teeth and hers were clearly stained from too much Coffee, Cigarettes or something and it was really hard for me to look away; but back to the tour… It was a pretty good tour and It reminded me how much I truly love and had missed Paris. Just being back in that city filled me with so much happiness and excitement!
During the bus tour we stopped at the Notre Dame and were able to walk around inside and outside of it. It was really surreal to be back in the same place I visited almost four years ago. I feel like I was able to appreciate the artwork in the cathedral much more, whereas last time I was mainly concerned with picture taking. It really is a magnificent place. Words cannot do justice (especially since I am forgetting proper English!) to the view you see upon entering the cathedral with it’s rose and other stained glass windows; it is absolutely breathtaking.
After the Notre Dame, we went back to the bus, finished our tour and then headed to the hotel to get ready for our dinner provided by AIFS. We went to this chain restaurant, Chez Clement, and I got a fresh salad (not really the type of salad I was expecting, mainly cabbage), salmon and potatoes (DELICIOUS!) and crème brulée (to DIE FOR!!). It was a really nice dinner, in my opinion, but some of the others were a little disappointed in the ribs they ordered, so I was glad I went with the salmon, because it really was some of the best salmon I’ve had in a while.
Once we all finished dinner, Jennifer and I went with our other two roommates for the weekend, Megan and Adrianna, as well as some of the other girls from the program to this street near our hotel that had a lot of different bars and food places since it was St. Patty’s day. We ended up finding a cozy little pub (not Irish though, because all the Irish bars were PACKED!) and Jennifer and I ordered a green margarita without thinking that we should have gotten beer since tequila isn’t really considered an Irish drink.
I was sitting next to this small group of Parisians, so I decided to ask them if there was anywhere to dance nearby because some of our group wanted to go dancing. We ended up talking about how I was studying in France and one of the guys said, “Oh you should practice your French by speaking with French people all the time” and we were just talking about that when one of his friends snapped a picture of us talking. Naturally, I was a little creeped out, so I said bye and turned back around. Then, one of the girls in their group decided to come over and talk to me as well. She was asking me questions in English and then wanting me to respond in French, so I was a little confused by her. When we went to leave I said “AuRevoir” to be nice and she leans over and says “They are leaving, but you stay here with us?” so I said, “No, I’m leaving with them.” and pretty much ran out the door after that to explore the rest of the street we were on.
We ended up running into the guy named David who had just gotten off work, so he saw us about to go into this one bar and he said it was “rubbish” and pointed the one he recommended out. He was British and had been living in France for five years, so he stopped to talk to us and recommended places to visit for our weekend in Paris. Along with this dance club that he said he would call his friend to get us to skip the queue, so we started to head back to the hotel, thinking we would go there.
On our way back we ran into this man selling flowers, but there was another man with him offering us the flowers, and so we asked if they were free and he said yes, so three of us got pretty roses and it was pretty exciting, because it’s always nice to get flowers! Once we were back at the hotel, we decided not to go to the dance club and a few of us just went out to get our one beer for St. Patty’s Day since we forgot about that earlier. Overall, it wasn’t a too eventful night, but it was a nice and semi relaxing night in Paris. =)