July 4,
Day 7
Today
was basically just a travel day. Nothing too exciting happened, besides
arriving in Paris, but that wasn’t exciting, it was traumatic. I took the
Chunnel from England aaaaaall the way to Paris, France, which was a good ride.
Again, I slept for maybe half the train ride, but it was a fairly easy ride.
The metro/underground/subway (whichever you prefer to call it) was a nightmare.
I practically clung to my mom’s side the entire time. There were so many people
and we didn’t know where we were going and we couldn’t read the signs. I think
my mom took it far better than I did because I was a mess. When we finally got
above ground I begged my mom to never go back down there again.
Paris is filled with statues like this.
Anyways,
we got to Paris pretty late in the day, so we didn’t do much except check into
the hotel and walk around some. Our hotel was in walking distance to the Notre
Dame, so we did go there. The Notre Dame is massive! I loved the architecture
on the outside, but since I’m not religious, the inside didn’t really interest
me too much, although the stain glass windows were really pretty.
Notre Dame
So that
was basically it for the day. And since this post is so short, I’ll combine it
with the next day as well.
July 5,
Day 8
Today my
mom and I were much more adventurous. Since we were in Paris, we thought we
might as well have croissants for breakfast, which was definitely the right
move. We walked down to a little café down the street from our hotel. I took a
look through the glass to see the array of pastry. I would have loved nothing
more than to sit and eat everything that café had to offer, but I knew that
wouldn’t be possible. Instead, a sugar-dusted almond triangle pastry caught my
eye. This croissant was perfectly sweet and almondy. I absolutely loved it. I
was really tempted to order another, but I restrained myself.
Perfectly sweetened, flaky, tender triangle almond croissant.
Arch de Triumph
The Thinker's backside.... The bus only allowed us this view unfortunately.
By now, being this far into the trip,
my mom and I are pretty exhausted (Don’t give me that look, you would be too if
you were on a 7/8 hour time difference and walked miles almost every day.) so
instead of walking everywhere we walked to go, we got tickets for the Paris bus
tour. This way, we were able to hop on an off wherever our hearts desired, but
we would still be able to see all the major sites of the city.
Eiffel Tower!
Up close
View from the first level of the Eiffel Tower (I walked up both flights of stairs. which is like 500-600 stairs at least!)
View from the second level. After this, if you wanted all the way to the top you would have to buy another ticket for the lift.
Around
noon we finally arrive near the Louver. But, to get to the Louver we had to
pass under an archway, and this archway was scarcely wider than the bus itself.
It scared the crap out of me; I thought the for sure the bus wouldn’t make it
through, but alas it did. When the bus stopped, my mom and I got off and walked
towards the glass building. I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly didn’t
expect to go underground to see the biggest museum of all time! It was incredible
to go down a flight of stairs and see all of this space! And that was just the
lobby. My mom and I stayed on the first floor, for if we ventured out anymore I’m
sure it would take an entire day to get through everything.
The Louver
La Victorire de Samothrace
The Mona Lisa
I wasn't able to figure out the name of these portraits, but they look very familiar! I just can't put my finger on it.
Les Noces de Cana
Seeing
all the paintings and portraits were amazing! There were some really giant
paintings that must have been fifty feet (just a slight exaggeration) high! I
could never imagine painting something like that. Let alone have the patience
to wait for it to dry. I would probably walk all over it trying to paint each
corner and the middle. Then there were the very tiny paintings that were like
6x6 inches. I couldn’t imagine painting anything that small! I’d probably go
blind. I was just so amazing at all the art work. Anyone that has any sort of artistic
ability has my respect.
Laduree's window display! <3
Sorry about the lighting, but I didn't want to draw too much attnetion to myself and the camerea while I was in the store.
After
seeing the Louver we came out and it looked like the clouds were threatening to
upon up and rain on us, but they stayed intact, or a while at least. Since it
wasn’t raining yet, we walked up to the fashion district. My goodness there
were so many stores and all the window displays were so pretty and sparkly! My
mom saw a dress in a Ralph Lauren window priced at 4,600 euros (which she then
later explained was about $8,000!) Then we come across Laduree. OMG I nearly
died looking in the window. The window display was so amazing and so
sophisticated! When we went in I got really excited. Rows upon rows of French
macarons lined the display boxes, as well as other French pastries with
glistening glazes and rich dark chocolate cakes with mousse fillings. Oh man it
was a dream. I had such a hard time choosing which macaron I would order, and
sadly I think the Frenchman behind the counter was a little annoyed at me as
well, but these would be my first macarons. I went with a classic, vanilla
bean, just to get a sense of what a real macaron was, as well as strawberry
candy, which was so pretty and pink with sugar crystals on top.
Vanilla on top and Strawberry Candy on bottom.
When I
took my first bite of the vanilla, I was just a tad disappointed. It didn’t
really taste much like anything. But with each bite, my taste buds started to adjust
and I could definitely taste the lovely hint of vanilla. And because I am me
and I like to dissect things, I split open the half that I had not eaten to try
the filling by itself. My god that was the best filling I had ever tasted. It
was creamy, soft, and sort of fluffy. And there were vanilla bean specks. Oh it
was so good. Next up: the strawberry candy. This pink gem is part of the “Incroyables”
collection. The collection is part of their 150th anniversary and “pay[s]
tribute to LadurĂ©e first macaron and to the delicious flavour of almonds.” I’m so glad I got this one
because it was sweet and just a tad bit tart (I don’t like heavily tarted
things – and yes I’m sure every grammar teacher, including my former teacher Mrs.
B is cringing at that line). I’ve never had an actual strawberry before, but it
tasted just like how I would imagine a strawberry would taste like. Too bad I
hate eating fruit. Anyways, unlike the vanilla macaron, the filling in this one
was like a flat and circular marshmallow. It was absolutely delicious! And now
I can'’ wait to try and make my own macarons. I’m actually excited to try all
sorts of British and French treats!
A fantastic (and apparently famous) bookstore. So many books to go through. I found a book I really liked that I must go on Amazon and order. It's called A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.
G.W. stood for George Whitman. Born December 12, 1913; Died December 14, 2011. Whitman was the owner of the bookstore and has now passed it onto his daughter.
When we
came out of Laduree the rain had begun, so my mom and I hopped on the bus tour
one more time to drop us off near the hotel where we could get some dinner. Did
you know that the French eat dinner really late? And I’m not talking late like
7:30 late; I’m talking about they don’t get to the restaurant until at least 9 pm.
Yeah, I don’t know how they do it because I need dinner by like 6:30 pm at the
latest. Anyways, while we were halfway through our dinner, this Dutch couple
who can’t speak a lick of French and the tiniest amount of English come in.
They were so adorable, but I felt so bad. They were lost what to order and came
over to us for advice. We told them what we were eating, and they ended up
ordering the exact same thing we did. When we were done, we passed by their
table and they seemed to enjoy their food. I sure hope they’re doing ok.
So this is it. This was my amazing/exhilarating/terrifying/fantastic graduation trip. Well, technically there was one more day, but there are no pictures because it was just my mom and I going back to England and staying in a hotel by the airport so we could catch our 7:45am flight. Anyways, I'm thankful to my dad for suggesting England and France. But I'm also eternally grateful to my mom for going with me, and experiencing all of these things with me. I will always remember this. Thank you guys! (Boy I hope I don't sound cheesy)
Tomorrow I'll post the recipe of a little something I made before the trip.
Mama. :)