A Romanticist in Paris – Searching for That Storybook Experience.
By Wednesday
Condron
Not so in love with
the capital of romance.
My arrival in Paris seemed simple after a quick 50-minute flight and a
complimentary croissant. Sitting at a window with extra legroom and an empty
seat behind me so I could recline my chair back as far as the 25 degrees would
allow me to.
Collecting my luggage took less
than 10 minutes which created a false pretence of
what was to come. In order to reach the hotel, I needed to catch a train. Seems
simple right? No. CDG airport was a maze with no indication of an exit. It took
me two hours to navigate the constant escalators and bridges. Trying to
understand the train system, I felt like I needed to be a Mensa member.
Food in little
streets for little prices.
The search for the evening meal began at lunch as I wandered through the
large streets of Paris. By the time I had settled on what I wanted I wandered
through the winding streets behind the Notre-Dame. They were packed with
bustling restaurant after restaurant each being 9ft wide. They all had a
handsome man at the entrance. Throwing out compliments to everyone who walked
past enticing them into their restaurant. Winning the covert competition
between all of the restaurants. The interior of each restaurant differed but
the food they served were similar. I chose to spend the evening at a tiny place
with green painted walls and old wooden table and chairs. Along with the
typical menu came a set menu of 3 courses, three traditional (or stereotypical)
meals for only 12€ (drinks and tip not included). For appetizers, escargot and frog’s
legs were on offer so I immediately snatched them up and so was boeuf Bourguignon. The appetizers were
surprisingly edible and the boeuf bourguignon was amazing, creating a sense of
homeliness in a place that I had only spend an hour in.
Sunset reveals the fairy-tale
After I completed my meal, the sun was beginning to settle in for the
night. I discovered an exit from the winding streets and found myself in front
of the Notre Dame lit up with spotlights
and flashing cameras. Revealing the corner of inspiration of Victor Hugo’s ‘Notre
Dame de Paris’ The beauty and magic that created a worldwide classic. I
left Ile de la Cite via pont d’Arcole and strolled along the river Seine taking
in the cool night air. The romantic in me thrived on this simple 20-minute walk
past every bridge from la cite to the Louvre. Since my arrival in Paris my
expectations were not met but this journey fulfilled them all. I walked past a
young woman sketching the glittering Eiffel Tower. A few meters down, on a
dock, sat a loved up couple showing a very expressive public display of
affection with the musical stylings of a man with a guitar in his hand and a
case at his feet standing on the other side of the street. My stroll along the
Seine ended at Jardin des Tuileries, the embodiment of beauty. Full of
perfectly maintained grass littered with thousands of flowers and bushes. I
walked along the dusty cream gravel to a wooden lounge chair which was one of
many that surrounded a large fountain with a direct view of the Arc de Triomphe. To end my enchanting evening on my way back to
the hotel, I met a man that will forever be in my heart and will be the
highlight of this trip whenever I think back to it. This man was Cain (Pictured
Below) and for some unknown reason always makes me laugh despite what mood I am
in.
How to save money in a tourism hotspot.
When it comes to buying snacks and drinks throughout the day it can
become expensive, especially when you are travelling with children. A nice cold
bottle of Coca Cola can range between 3€ and 5€. Divert to a local supermarket
or a family run store where these items will cost between 80¢ and 1€. Another
advantage of heading to the local's corner shop is that you will be able to
pick up some real French treats that are great for family and friends.