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Thu 27 Jul, 2006 01:02 pm
...and proud!
Proud to have survived the Paris heatwave!
Yes folks, La smorgs here (because she is feminine). What can I say?
I love Paris (in the spring time or any other time).
1st day:
Checked in at Manchester airport, everything was on time, eventful flight over by Air France. Sat next to a man with REALLY hairy arms who was off to Singapore on business. very pleasent man, but I spent the next hour trying to avoid arm contact as he had both rests (dontcha just hate that?) made Jane give me one of hers, so the two women had one arm rest each...and the man with the hairy arms had two (and the window).
Then a young French man on Jane's side got really drunk and started an argument with his girlfriend, I don't know what was said (French) but it was obviously very strong as the steward came and had stern words with them. We were very intrigued (and a little unnerved) we put it down to the passionate nature of the French... and looked forward!
We arrived and security escorted the warring couple away. Got baggage, practiced our French by putting le or la in front of anything we said and giggled all the way through immigration. We were so excited!
Made our way outside the terminal and got hit in the face with a hot wet towel...
It was SOOO hot! Never felt anything like it! My carefully straightened hair immediately rebelled and my English rose complextion got the next flight back.
So Jane and I arrived in Paris for Les Adventures in the middle of a record breaking heatwave!
Is it boring? Do you want the details or the basics?
S
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Les details, s'il te plaît.
Here is a map for reference. Looking forward to your narrative, smorgs!
Well...
Decided to get a taxi from the airport to our hotel in the Marais district - E50!!!!!!!
We knew it was going to be this expensive as we had been pre-warned, and it doesn't feel like 'real' money when it's not the currency you're used to...
Tried to look at all the sights on the way, but we were too excited and busy chatting about our plans to take anything in. We got to the hotel (Marceau Bastille) said my first BONSOIR to the man on reception and were shown to our FANTASTIC room, small, but brand new and sparkling clean, checked out all the freebies (chic shower cap, chic sewing kit, chic everything) bounced on the beds, flushed the wc, turned on the plasma screen tv and screamed 'were IN France' when French people came on the telly!
Then we made a cup of tea with our new travel kettle from Argos...
Sigh....
more?
Encore et encore ... smorgette
following along so far, smorgs!
Vicarious traveler checking in....
Can't tell without studying more if this map shows more of the Marais or not.
I'll put it up anyway, then stare at both maps...
merci wandeljw
merci osso
merci Walter
merci calam
It's making me teary...
Don't want to be back living 'my little life' (Shakespeare - can't remember where from).
I have to read a bedtime story and empty le washing machine (plu ca change, plus sel a mem choise)
can anyone give me the correct spelling of that? from Great Expectations?
I'll be back shortly...
s
x
Ooh, I'm reading along too! So exciting! I like the details. Or "le" or "la" details, as it were....do go on....
smorgs wrote:
(plu ca change, plus sel a mem choise)
can anyone give me the correct spelling of that?
"Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose" - means the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Great to see you back, smorgs. Can't wait to hear all the gossip.
So...
With all the clothes we brought shared amongst the four hangers in the closet, all toiletries, perfume, make-up lotions and potions spread everywhere we freshened up - and hit the town.
Walked up to Plas de la Bastille, nearly got run over on the way, past the Opera House, with what seemed like hundreds of people sat on the steps, laughing, chatting, shouting. The sound of foreign sirens, the smell of foreign cigarettes, the smell of the Seine on a hot summers night... the smell of Paris basically, and I was totally enchanted by it.
Sat outside the bastille Cafe and ordered burger and fries - 'cos we couldn't understand the menu - best damn burger and fries I EVER had! There were children out eating with their parents and it was past midnight. We made friends with the waiter (Guillame) who was totally charming, spent the next hour spotting lovers and getting more than a little tipsey.
A conversation
smorgs 'pass me le ketchup'
jane 'you can't put le ketchup on this le burger'
smorgs 'why the le f*ck not?'
jane 'cos it's le cuisine, not le macdonalds'
smorgs 'ferme la bouche'
jane 'you know more French than you think'
smorgs 'mais oui'
Then we staggered back to L'Hotel in our kitten heeels. grateful for the air con in the room, slept like babies, dreaming of L'amour and The Eiffel Tower...
Stayed tuned for:
Breakfast
Best meal of our lives
Getting drunk (again)
Getting locked out of our hotel
Meeting an American business woman
The people in the Purgeot Offices seeing me naked!
s
x
and what about le getting laid?
Vive la Tour de Smorgs (+) Jane, staying tuned. Am a fool re french, but can read some bits of it. I've finally figured out, for example, that aussi doesn't mean Australia. So this is a keen learning experience.
ehbeth
Quote:and what about le getting laid?
ehbeth!
do not lower le tone of my thread please - it's cultural!
besides, in FRANCE, they make l'amour, they don't 'get le laid'
honestly....
le tut!
x
(how do you say 'hee hee', a phrase I've never really liked, in French?)
nekkid does not = l'amour?
plusieurs le meme chose
... sigh ...
The Marais! How wonderful. It's a great neighborhood. You weren't far from my favorite cafe in the city: the Cafe Piment, on the Rue de Sevigne, down the street from the Carnavalet Museum.
Quote:besides, in FRANCE, they make l'amour, they don't 'get le laid'
The verb is "baiser," which can mean either "to kiss" or "to f*ck," depending on the context.
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