Trip to France
August 19 to September 2, 2006
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Saturday, August 19 | |||
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We arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport about a half-hour ahead of schedule, 11:00 AM. After the usual baggage chase, Nora was complaining of not feeling well, so instead of following our ambitious plan to take the RER train, transfer to the Metro, and then walk a couple of blocks, we loaded the luggage into a taxi. The taxi was more affordable than we expected, about 40€ (prevailing exchange rates make that $50.80). The hotel room was ready and welcoming, as were the staff. We stayed at the Citadines Louvre, which is a chain with efficiency apartment-style rooms. The hotel had air conditiong, which we later found was hardly the standard in France. However, they had a sign in the lobby that the heat had been turned off for the season, and if it got cold they would be happy to provide extra blankets. It was located near the Louvre Metro stop, and steps away from a square and a public garden. A couple of hours later I got a call from Mark that they were in Paris but their room wasn't ready. They were relaxing at a café. Rabab and the kids were sacked out so I trotted over a couple of blocks trying to figure out where they were when I saw Mark waving his arms. We sat long enough to have a beer, and then headed back to the hotel where their room was finally ready. After everyone settled in, we eventually went in search of a restuarant for dinner, and settled on a place within walking distance of the hotel after we discovered that our first choice was closed for August vacation. (During the rest of our trip we would find a lot of businesses that closed for a couple of weeks or even the whole month of August.) We had a seat under the sidewalk awning and ordered from the English version of the blackboard menu placed next to our table by the waiter. Our waiter spoke American English with only a trace of a French accent, so I asked him where he was from. He said he was French but studied a lot of English in school. Just as Rabab was about to use this as an instructive lesson for studying hard in school, he added somewhat sheepishly that he also has had some American girlfriends. The kids all ordered pizzas. We passed up having dessert in the restaurant to go to the Häagen-Dazs shop, also near the hotel just off the square. |
Sunday, August 20 | |||
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Next morning by the time we up and around and ready for breakfast it was about 10. We opted for the hotel self-service continental breakfast, which was OK but a bit pricey at 9€50 per person with no discount for children. Our first assignment was the Eiffel Tower. We went to the Seine and bought tickets for the Batobus, a boat that runs a route up and down the Seine with stops and key sightseeing points along the way. It's not the fastest way to get around Paris but it's certainly scenic and economical. Upon reaching the Eiffel Tower, we found two ticket offices, so we tried to figure out which long line was shorter. After a 45-minute wait we had our tickets, and got into another line for the first elevator. There were two elevators; one went to the first two levels, and you had to take another to go to the top of the tower. A sign warned that there was a 30-minute wait for the second elevator. As we explored the deuxieme étage (we skipped the first level and went directly to the second), a pair of Asian women pulled Lucy aside to have her picture taken with them. We all thought this was rather odd, but were all so flummoxed that nobody said "no". AFter recovering and shaking our heads, we got in line for the next elevator and were pelleted by rain. I fought off my acrophobia in the elevator, which of course had to have glass walls, but the top platform was constructed in such a way as to minimize my reaction. At the top, a couple of Asian girls did a repeat performance and asked me to be in a picture with them. It was weird but innocent enough, but Rabab was not happy. After we got back to the second level, I took the elevator down while everyone else took the stairs back to the ground. We stopped for lunch at a café called Le Buci. We had sandwiches on baguettes which looked way too big on delivery but nobody left a bite. We did some shopping, and stopped for a treat at a gelateria on the way back. We got caught in the rain a couple of times. We had dinner at a nice brasserie to celebrate the Farrells' wedding anniversary, and recounted our trip to England for their wedding in the days Before Children. It was a little nicer and not as accommodating to children as some of the other places but we ordered them up a couple of club sandwiches and managed fine. |
Monday, August 21 | |||
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This morning we shifted gears and crossed the square for breakfast, having a cool terrace breakfast of coffee, hot chocolate, buttered baguettes, and croissants. Then we tackled the Louvre. We had no intention of trying to beat the six-minute Louvre as described by Art Buchwald, although we knew that with four children we were sightseeing on borrowed time. Eric had a thousand questions about Saint Sebastian after seeing two or three paintings depicting the martyr shot through with arrows. We walked from the Louvre in search of lunch, going through the Jardin des Tuileries to the Champs Elysees. We stopped to have lunch on the sidewalk at a fast food place, although it was raining so we headed for the area under a canopy. This is what I love about France: Even the fast food is good ingredients made fresh. We had sandwiches served on fresh baguettes. I ordered a "grillade," which turned out to be a hamburger on a baguette. Then we caved in to hand-dipped Ben & Jerry ice cream for dessert at the same place. We continued our relentless stroll when there was suddenly a wave of children in need of a bathroom so after a couple of false leads we ended up in The Gap, who seemed sympathetic since it was children and ushered them to the bathroom. We reached the Arc de Triomphe. After seeing the long line for a ride to the top, we decided we had had enough for one day and just walked around it. We took the Metro back to the hotel. The Paris Metro link here differs from the Washington Metro link here in that you can actually go from one place to another on it. Somehow the brief subway ride infused the wives with a new wave of energy, which after brief discussion they decided would be best put to use shopping. After reaching our stop, they headed one direction, Mark went off in another in search of sustenance to get us through their absence, and I led two American and two English children back to a hotel in the heart of Paris. Mark arrived shortly with a six-pack of Kronenbourg 1664, the leading beer in France (alhtough now owned by a British company) and perfectly drinkable. This six-pack, however, was of 25 cl. bottles, slightly under 8½ ounces, normally too small to get through a football game but just about right for waiting for shopping wives. Hopefully. We relaxed on the balcony watching the drizzle come down while the kids played. The kids were great and the wives returned, and we then went in search of dinner. Because of the relentless rain, we decided to walk to someplace close, and discovered Il Cardinale, a small Italian restaurant, which worked well with four kids who all love pizza and pasta. Our impression of the place slid as the evening wore on. They had a delightful antipasto buffet with wide variety and homemade quality, paired with a selection of pasta dishes for that day's menu. However, as I was at the buffet I noticed our hostess slicing bread. She dropped a piece on the floor, which went right back into the basket. I wasn't sure if it was for our table. The pasta arrived, at least one plate of it. Then another. A full 20 minutes later we had all been served. Nora's pasta was short of even al dente, being downright crunchy. Mine was overcooked almost to mushiness. Eric's bolognese sauce was a thin tomato sauce with only a suggestion of beef. All this amounted to 25€ per person for a simple two-course pasta dinner, about $127 for a family of four, with no discount for children, plus drinks, a shock when l'addition arrived. Although it was the low point of Paris dining experience, worse things have happened. We ended the evening with another visit to Häagen-Dazs. It was far too convenient. |
Tuesday, August 22 | |||
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For the convenience, and based on the votes of the kids, we had breakfast in hotel. We decided to walk to Notre Dame. Along the way, we heard a screech and turned to see a motor scooter locking up its wheels to avoid rear-ending a truck, and it went down. He didn't hit anything but Mark and I ran out to see if he was OK, and help pull him and his bike up. He was pretty shaken up but not hurt. Eric was very impressed by the entire episode and peppered me with questions and comments about scooters, motorcycles, and accidents the rest of the morning. We made the rounds at Notre Dame, although the Farrells had a train home that afternoon and decided a wait in line to go up the tower would be to risky for time. We stopped at a café across the street for a drink and a bathroom break. Our next destination was Ile St. Louis to Berthillon for ice cream. The bad news was that Berthillon had closed for August vacation, but the good news was that there were plenty of brasseries in the area that served it, so we had some on the corner. We stopped at a carry-out shop for sandwiches, and had lunch back in our hotel. It was then that we had to send our dear friends back off to England, in hopes that we would see them again sometime soon. Rabab determined that more shopping was in order, then when she got back it was my turn to out to take some pictures. After some downtime watching a French version of Candid Camera on TV, we boarded the Metro for the Latin Quarter to have dinner at Le Navigator. Mark and Jane had recommended it to us years ago and we went during our visit in 1994. We had hoped to go there with them on this trip but the restaurant was closed Sunday and Monday and we just couldn't work out the timing. In the Metro at a transfer point, we passed a string ensemble playing. Although they were collecting contributions, this was not schlocky street music, this was pretty good classical music. I bought one of the CDs they were hawking, Classique Metropolitain. By then Nora was sporting a pretty bad cough, so we stopped at a pharmacy. They recommended a cough medicine, and something else that turned out to be simply a vitamin C supplement. We got to the restaurant before they opened so we killed some time looking around the area. When we were seated we had the challenge of finding something on the menu that the kids would like. They settled on omelettes, and our other dishes were all quite good as well. However, Nora's health continued to deteriorate, and her temperature had reached 100.9°F by bedtime. |
Friday, August 25 | |||
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We had a French breakfast at the Berruets', which included, to the kids' delight, Nutella to spread on toast. This is the equivalent of chocolate cake for breakfast (link to Bill Cosby video), but it was France. M. Berruet (who now insisted that we address him as Claude) hopped in his car to lead us out of the immediate area to get us on our way to the first chateau, which was Chambord. Chambord is very interesting architcturally. It is said that Davinci influenced or designed aspects of it. A notable feature is a double-spiral staircase built such that two people can begin on opposite sides, ascend at the same rate, spotting each other through the windows but never crossing paths. From inside the courtyard, the view looks like an Escher print although all the geometry is possible; I have not found any evidence that any of Escher's drawings were inspired by this chateau, however. We stopped in a little town for lunch, and ate on the terrace of a bar in clear, warm weather. Eric wanted a grilled cheese sandwich so Rabab ordered him a Croque Monsieur without ham. The bartender who took the order found this to be most unusual. Nora had a French hot dog, with is with grated melted cheese on top. I picked up a sandwichj around teh corner and came back to sit in the terrace. We went on to Cheverny, a privately owned mansion occupied by its owners until recently. The highlight of the trip was the feeding of the hunting dogs. There were something like 60 beagles, all patiently waiting for dinner. They were set loose for feeding in a fenced-in area, and once they were let in the air was pummeled by the sounds of barking and yelping. then drove back via Blois. We got rather lost on Blois before getting straightened out and driving along the Loire on the way back to the Berruets, just in time for dinner and the review of a few photo albums. |
Monday, August 27 | |||
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The Chateau du Jour was Azay-le-Rideau. After our tour of the chateau we walked to lunch, and stopped at a patisserie on the way to pick up birthday sparklers like the ones we saw at the Berruets. We used one at Eric's birthday party after we got back home. 13€ leather bracelets Azay le Rideau 8€ sparklers lunch pizzas, wrong sandwich (I ordered ham, he brought chicken), Rabab spilled wine on Eric but fortunately it was white. Villandry, gardens only, maze dinner with Berruets, kids loved the food, though M. did not like the owner |
Wednesday, August 29 | |||
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We had the buffet breakfast in the hotel, which was a mixed success. There was a self-service coffee machine, just push the button and get two cups of espresso. The problem was it was supposed to be one cup. After cleaning up and getting back to the table, we enjoyed our croissants and Nutella and set out for the coast. We drove to the area near St. Malo and decoded some signs that indicated that there was a free shuttle bus into St. Malo. The bus was free but it turned out we had to pay for parking. It was still a good idea because parking was scarce near the walls of St. Malo. We could see how during peak season the bus would be a necessity. outdoor toilet We started out trying to follow the self-guided tour as described by the map we got from the tourist office, but quickly got lost in the knotted streets and just started wandering somewhat aimlessly and enjoying whatever we happened to find. We would be on a cobblestone sidewalk when the sound of a car coming up behind us notified us that it was a street. We stopped at Le Biniou for lunch. The kids had croques monsieur, a grilled ham and cheese with the cheese on the top. Rabab and I both had galettes, whole-grain crepes with savory fillings with the sides each folded in to make a square. After leaving the check the waitress let me sit with my credit card on the table for at least 15 minutes before mentioning that I had to pay at the bar downstairs. We topped it off with gelato across the street. There are stupendous views of the sea from the walls. There's an island just off the shore where François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand, an 18th-19th century French writer, is buried. Our last stop on the way out was a caricature artist, where Nora and Eric each had portraits done. After driving back to our room for a rest, we went to Dol de Bretagne and had dinner at the restaurant at Hotel Dol. I ordered a seafood appetizer baked in a shell, and sole meuniere as a main course, of which I had only the vaguest idea of what I'd ordered. The sole took quite some time before it finally showed up. Eric had his Rescue Hero toy with him, and a little French boy wandered over and was keenly interested. Eric gave him a little demo, and eventually the boy's mother dropped in to ask where we had bought it. She was disappointed to find we brought it with us from home. |
xday, August 31 | |||
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We checked out of Domaine des Ormes and returned to the Hotel de Bretagne in hopes of finding a full hot breakfast. No, but we did have an excellent continental breakfast. After ordering our coffee and hot chocolate for the kids, there was a very long wait, although they arrived back to bring a full tray of croissants, baguettes, and jam. We took the drive to Bayeux to see the Bayeux Tapestry from the 15th century or earlier which recounts the tale of Harold and his defeat by William at the Battle of Hastings. (The piece is always referred to as a tapestry although it would be more properly be called embroidery.) The piece is artfully displayed in a case that leads down the room then turns a corner to continue. We stopped at the local post office to get some stamps, and were able to use a machine almost exactly like those available in U.S. post offices where you weigh you letter and it prints a stamp for the exact postage. We continued our drive to Hotel Trois Hiboux (The Three Owls), next to Parc Asterix. As we checked in, a bellman mimed cleaning windows out front, then tried to coax a fire to light in the lobby fireplace (yes, fire in August). As it happened, there were no actual bellmen so I loaded up a cart and rolled the bags down to our room. We had dinner in the hotel. The hotel was on park grounds, and somewhat secluded. The park has its own dedicated exit from A10 so it would have been a journey to get back out and find anywhere else to have dinner. We had the buffet dinner, which included dessert with what was billed as Chantilly cream on the dessert table. Rabab started feeling worse this evening, apparently coming down the same thing Nora has, with her temperature hitting 99.7° 2 hours after taking Ibuprofen. Will try to see doctor tomorrow. |