Paris: the 4th full day (Wed. Jan. 6, 2010)

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about my time in Europe this winter so let me get back to that now. I found our first day, the second day, and the third day in Paris in case you’re wondering what led up to this experience:

Apparently sales in Paris go from Jan. 6 to Jan. 9. Since we like to shop during sales we got fairly lucky that we happened to be in Paris for one of these three days.

We started off in Rue d’alessia (alesia subway station). This area is supposed to have discounts on last season’s fashion lines. We found it fairly boring – the stores were small and plain mostly. My wife was looking at fur coats and there were plenty around but even with the sales they were pretty expensive. Also, I don’t really like fur coats in general so I wasn’t too enthusiastic.

We stopped for lunch at an Italian place that was good. We then went to the smaller Galleries Lafayette where we each got a pair of boots.

We had a little cultural conflict on the subway which was getting quite crowded. We were sitting on these folding seats and some guy asked me to “wake up.” I didn’t know what he was talking about until he changed that to “stand up.” Apparently the folding seats are not supposed to be used when it’s crowded. This guy was much less friendly than most Parisians.

I remember him asking if I spoke French in kind of an elitist I speak English but you don’t speak French kind of way. I thought about talking to him in Korean and English – not that my Korean is impressive but it has to better than this guy’s English. Of course speaking more than one language doesn’t make you a good person so I decided not to bother.

There was also a more friendly woman telling us that it was OK to remain seated but I had to prove a point so I stood up with all my shopping bags and suddenly there was less room than before for the guy who wanted us to stand (and the nice woman). My wife was a bit smarter and remained seated. As my bags were bumping into the guy I asked him if this was better. He said yes.

Then the subway lurched and I stepped on the nice woman’s foot. I’m an idiot.

We went to Sacre Cour next. I wasn’t nearly as impressed as I was with Notre Dame – it just didn’t have the same kind of feel for me. It was still quite beautiful of course and I’m glad I saw it. On the way out I gave the sneakers I thought I no longer needed (thanks to the new boots) to a beggar getting kicked off the steps of Sacre Cour. The boots would later start hurting my feet – I got blisters on each big toe, but at least I can’t think that I need the sneakers more than their new owner.

Next to (and behind) Sacre Cour is a very pretty area full of restaurants (many quite reasonable), souvenir stores, stone streets, a fancy art gallery with Dalis, Chagalls, and Picassos, etc. We walked around there for a bit and then we passed a crepeteria and realized that we had yet to have a crepe in France – an oversight we corrected that night. The dinner crepe was fine but the desert one I did not like at all. Anyway, the place had a nice feel – good music including a song “Hallelujah” that my wife loves (Tom White played it on our NCL cruise to Bermuda). If you go, you might want to bring a picture to stick on the ceiling along with the cash and notes and pics already up there.

We ended the night, as usual, with a walk around the Louvre.

There are some pictures here and I plan to post some more pics of Paris in the next day or two.

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