Paris – Day 13 – September 21st – Emmanuel’s Hidden Gems! Musée du Luxembourg! La Closerie des Lilas! Montparnasse! Ciel de Paris!

We were close to the end. I could feel the inevitability of our flight as it loomed in the near future. But we still had so much to see and do!

We started this day with a walk to the Latin Quarter where we were to meet Emmanuel for his Hidden Gems tour of the Quarter. There was a light rain falling and it was early enough that the city seemed to be just awakening from its slumber.

It seemed we were always walking past the Bouquinistes of Paris. These little book stalls have a long history, first appearing in the 16th century.

You can read about the fascinating history of Paris’s famous bouguinistes here at WIKI.

Another landmark we were constantly walking past on our way to and from other places was Notre-Dame.

Notre-Dame on our rainy morning walk to the Latin Quarter…

We met Emmanuel at the Odeon Theatre in the edge of the Latin Quarter.

A rainy morning at the Odeon…

Not quite a part of our tour, but spotted nonetheless… Emily in Paris shooting locations! Yes, we have watched this series. For the location! Location is everything…

This was our fourth and final EMMANUEL’S HIDDEN GEMS TOUR. Emmanuel has a Facebook group you can join here: EMMANUEL’S HIDDEN GEMS. The best way to contact Emmanuel is through his Facebook PAGE HERE. On his Facebook page, just click on the MESSAGE button near the top to get in touch with Emmanuel directly. You can book months in advance and you pay on the day of the tour.

Like all his other tours, Emmanuel’s Latin Quarter Tour was incredible. We saw many hidden gems and famous iconic places.

The Pantheon, in the heart of the Latin Quarter.

Take Emmanuel’s Tour to learn all about all the secrets of the Latin Quarter that he’s curated for it. Despite the rain, we had a wonderful time!

After the tour, we had a time-slot booked for the new Gertrude Stein/Pablo Picasso exhibit at the Musée du Luxembourg. It was an excellent exhibit, but extremely short. It only took about twenty minutes to see all of it. I most loved the gender focused pieces.

Our day was to end in Montparnasse, at the top of the tower in the famous Ciel de Paris restaurant with the incredible views of the city. So, after Luxembourg, we slowly made our way in that direction.

We had not really planned on La Closerie de Lilas this trip, but it was always there… waiting. It was my 3rd trip to Paris and La Closerie still felt like a pilgrimage spot I had to visit at least once during every trip. We were walking right past it! It was at the doorstep of the Montparnasse neighbourhood… just waiting for us.

First, we walked up through Luxembourg Gardens.

The lovely tree-lined walkways found inside the Luxembourg Gardens…
Luxembourg Palace…

What’s a little rain when you’re walking about in one of the most beautiful cities in the world?!

After the Gardens, there’s the big fountain…

The fountain then leads to the statue of Marechal Ney. Hemingway mentions this statue in A Moveable Feast, his not fully true (but maybe true in his eyes as seen through the passage of time and bias) biography of his 1920s time in Paris. The statue is one of the last things between the walker and La Closerie des Lilas.

A monument that has been a curiosity to me for decades, after reading A Moveable Feast as a teenager.

Now, when I think about La Closerie des Lilas… I always think of Hemingway sitting at one of its tables scribbling in a notebook while sipping something warm on a cold fall day. But this was a mega-literary hangout! Fitzgerald, Verlaine, Apollinaire, Beckett, Man Ray, Sartre, Baudelaire, Cezanne, Modigliani, Oscar Wilde, Emile Zola, André Gide… these are just a few of the many literary patrons who have sought refuge from the streets of Paris inside the comfort of La Closerie des Lilas. They carried on conversations there, wrote their opuses there, made plans there, flirted there, got drunk there, talked their revolutions there. It is a place with a long history with literature. It’s a mecca for the literary pilgrim.

Did we stop in for oysters and beer? You betcha!

In one of the photos above, you can see the brass nameplate that marks Hemingway’s seat at the bar. Our own table marked the seats of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.

After our pit stop in Closerie des Lilas, we still had plenty of time to explore Montparnasse before supper in the tower.

I love the history of Parisian cemeteries! And I had never been to the one in Montparnasse!

We visited their seats at La Closerie des Lila…seemed only right to visit them in person!

We used Google Maps inside the cemetery walls to be directed from one grave to another. It’s such a great way to visit the tombstones on your list…

The avant-garde Man Ray.
It would seem that La Closerie des Lilas was not the only pilgrimage sight we came upon on this day.
Some gravesites were works of art…

I read many a Guy de Maupassant stories in my teens. One of the greatest short story writers!

Susan Sontag…
Selfies in cemeteries are weird, right? How about Usies?

After the cemetery, we were still rather early for our dinner reservation at Ciel de Paris…but we were in the neighbourhood. This is one of those blocks of time we landed in where we had to wait around because even though we booked a full jam-packed day, there were empty slots of time with nothing to do but wait.

We toured the Montparnasse neighbourhood and saw some of Paris’s most famous restaurants.

Le Dome
La Rotonde.
Le Select.
La Coupole.

All of the above restaurants were popular places among the famous of the 1920s and beyond.

Ciel de Paris was one of the things we were looking most forward to. The food promised to be incredible, yes, but it was the view we were dying to see. We reserved a window seat with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.

After MUCH loitering in the neighbourhood, it was finally time for us to go!

I understand the bittersweet feeling Parisians have toward Tour Montparnasse. It’s a gorgeous highrise, but an eyesore in a city that prides itself on being low to the ground.

And here was our promised view!

Magical to begin with, but the evening only promised to make it more and more magical as darkness fell across the city…
The lobster bisque was to die for! The best ever!
Ciel de Paris Menu
Everything was exceptional! So worth it! So glad we did this!
If you can’t decide what dessert to choose, you can literally choose them ALL! Tastes of each!

Somewhere between our first glass of wine and our dessert, the city came to life in the darkness…

The holiday was almost over. Two glorious weeks in Paris and its environs! So spectacular. And what a way to see the city, all lit up and from above it. If you’re able to book a spot at Ciel de Paris, it is SO worth it! The food is excellent, and the view is to die for! Pro Tip: Always choose a view OF the Eiffel Tower over a view FROM the Eiffel Tower.

 

So ends another glorious day in the City of Light. The Metro took us back to the hotel in no time. The next day was a free day and our last day! We had plans to see Montmartre on our own, and to wander the streets to say goodbye to it all!

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Paris – Day 12 – September 20th – The Unforgettable Mont-Saint-Michel!

How does one top Versailles? Easy, go to Mont-Saint-Michel the very next day…

This day makes me think of SAUDADE. This is a word I used in my novel THE CAMINO CLUB. People loosely describe saudade as the love that remains, but it is also so much more. Look it up—SAUDADE. You’ll love all it entails!

All this to say that September 20th, 2023 was a very otherworldly experience. I never in a million years thought that I would step down on the little island of Mont-Saint-Michel. Little ole’ me, the snot-nosed kid from Scarborough, Ontario who used to sneak under the turnstile and onto the subway with their big brother and ride it back and forth for fun on a Saturday morning visiting this mythical place on the other side of the world? No. Not me.

And yet, here we were!

I will always long for the return of this day!

I mean, look at it! It’s monolithic and gothic and impossible. And yet, there it is…REAL. Mont-Saint-Michel, in all its glorious gloriousness.

But first thing’s first. It was an EARLY day, as we needed to take an almost 5 hour bus ride to get to Mont-Saint-Michel. And we needed to get to the start point near the Eiffel Tower. Did I mention that the Eiffel Tower is in the no man’s land of the 7th Arrondissement? We decided to grab the Metro, which is SO extremely easy to navigate.

Don’t be afraid to take the Metro…it could not be easier to use.
This might give you some indication of how early we were making our way to the Eiffel Tower. Paris’s underground is arguably the busiest subway system in the world. During rush hour, you cannot move on the platform or the trains. This is what we encountered on the way to the Tower on this morning.
Enter the part where we spent over 4 1/2 hours on a bus crossing France’s countryside. One stop for a bio-break and a stretch.

I have never felt so inserted into history as I felt when we finally made our way into the little conical village of this mystical magical island. It is truly an architectural wonder. Awe inspiring!

If ever you get the opportunity to visit Mont-Saint-Michel, take it! You may not think it’s worth spending 9 hours on a bus for, but I assure you…it IS! When you walk its streets, you are in the presence of wonder itself.
Narrow and overcrowded, and a thousand times worth it!
Yes, it’s a tourist trap…but it’s also a marvel. Ground broke on the construction of the abbey in the 10th century…please let that sink in! It was completed in 1523!
Saint Michel himself…
The breathtaking view from the courtyard of the abbey at the top of Mont-Saint-Michel…

The abbey itself was just a never-ending architectural and archaeological masterpiece. It’s stupefying how this place was even built in the middle ages.

Michael, enjoying one of the many views from the Abbey.

We had time to wander the little spiraling village to its apex at the breathtaking Abbey, and then come back down to do a little shopping and have a meal in one of the tiny pubs near the bottom.

I did not take a photo of our lovely meal, as I noticed a sign that said PUT YOUR PHONES AWAY and I just know the woman serving us was a close relative of THE SOUP NAZI!

Being on the outside of the ramparts of Saint-Michel was just as magical as being in its narrow streets.

Enjoying an incredibly windy afternoon outside the fortress walls of Mont-Saint-Michel. This beach is often under water, yet here we were…

We decided to walk back to the parking area, as opposed to taking the shuttle. We wanted to take advantage of seeing Mont-Saint-Michel at various viewpoints as it faded away to nothing behind us. Such an amazing piece of history to be in the presence of…mind-blowing!

Did I mention how WINDY it was!?

The inexplicable cow menagerie we met along the way back to the parking area. 🙂

It was time for the 4 1/2+ hour bus trip back to Paris. We were filled with the wonder of being at one of the world’s seven wonders! What was the inconvenience of a bus-ride now? We were blessed! The Gothic-style Benedictine abbey we had just been to was known throughout the medieval world as the ‘Wonder of the West’. And here were we, visiting it in 2023.

Soon we were dropped off very close to the foot of the Eiffel Tower…
The Tower at night is a treat to witness!

On our way back to the hotel that night, we decided to cross another item off of our Paris bucketlist. Yes, we sought out and found a place to serve us absinthe in the original theatrical way it should be served! They had the fountain of iced water, the fancy glasses that sat beneath the fountain spigots, the slotted spoon with the cubes of sugar! It was a moment! We watched as the process called louching took place and then we enjoyed the licorice-y burn-y sips of fire until it was gone.

The theatrical absinthe!
Sooooo good!

Done! Checked off the list. We then walked back to our hotel feeling the fire dance within us!

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Paris – Day 11 – September 19th – Versailles, Versailles, Versailles!

I had a dream I was gliding through a beautiful wilderness on a big light blue bicycle with my guy and a bunch of strangers. And we stopped in a lush grassy field for a summer picnic at the water’s edge. There was a palace in the background and fountains everywhere…

Oh wait! That was real!

Our Versailles daydream!

On the way to the Metro station where our tour began, I found an Ememem Flacking project! I have been following this artist on Instagram forever. I love the way they make sidewalk cracks and imperfections into something beautiful!

I loved that our tour of Versailles was on bikes, and that we would see all the gardens that we had missed on our first trip to the palace in 2021. And I also loved that the tour began in Paris with a guide taking the group to Versailles on the Metro. Such a perfect way to organize the tour! We booked this tour through Get Your Guide, as Michael gets a corporate discount… but the tour operator is BLUE FOX TRAVEL. Here’s the tour on Get Your Guide. This was one of the best planned tours I think we’ve ever been on. I loved it all!

One of the first things we learned on this tour is that taking the Metro to Versailles is extremely easy. The line ends in Versailles, so you can’t go wrong. Get to the end, get off the train.

This was one of our planned tours that I was majorly looking forward to. I was dying to ride a bike through all that beauty. And it definitely did not disappoint! But first things first. Our tour guide took us through a food market and all of the tourists assembled their own picnic supply before we reached our bikes.

There was an indoor market…
and an outdoor market…
We were even taken to a boulangerie/patisserie for pre-made sandwiches and baked goods!
We were all set for an epic picnic on the grounds of the Palace of Versailles!
It was time to pick up our bikes!
Trying one out for size…
I got the saddlebags! The tour thought of everything!

It was just a short five or ten minute bike ride from where we picked up the bikes to the gardens entrance. I just love riding bikes. Not since we rode bikes through a small town in Nepal in 2018 have we had so much fun on bikes!

This was just inside the gates of the garden property…but far from the actual palace.
The ride through the tree-lined boulevards was SO idyllic!
We stopped by the ‘lake’ for a little break and photos. The guide was kind enough to take photos for those who wanted them…
We definitely wanted to capture these moments!
We stopped at the most picturesque location for a picnic. Right at the very end of the long ‘lake’. We all took our picnic treasures from our saddlebags and sought out our little squares of paradise in the grass. It was a beautiful September day…perfect for a picnic!
We may have overdone it at the markets, but everything just looked SO good! We had sandwiches, cheeses, pastries, oh my!
Yum…
Happiness is…
An unexpected guest…
The pain au chocolat in France is an art form…an incredibly delectable art form.

 

 

Picnic over, ready to explore the village that Marie Antoinette had created for her bizarre indulgences…

Not gonna lie, what Marie Antoinette did at Versailles was creepy af. She created a fake little village for herself and had people wear the costumes of villagers so that she could walk among the little people. I know there’s context and she had a pushmepullya desire and repugnance with her station…but there’s a line. She crossed it. We wouldn’t cut off her head today, but she would be so cancelled she would essentially cease to exist…I would hope.

She built a village. So she could play being a part of village life. This was Disneyland before Disneyland existed…but there was only one person attending this amusement park.

Miss Marie.
Miss Marie’s awkward bizarre little playland…
Le Temple de l’Amour by Richard Mique…1777-1778.
Imagine dressing up and playing make-believe farmer for your queen so she could walk by and see you pretend toiling!
Some of the buildings were so pretty! Can’t believe they’re still standing after all these years.
Look at that staircase!
This is the only building that was open to the public. There was a public washroom on the ground floor. The top floor, where the windows are behind me, was just empty. They weren’t real houses…just made to look like real houses. They didn’t bother to finish them off inside. They were facades only…
Did it ever work? I doubt it…
The view from those windows. It all looks so real, doesn’t it. I found this little oasis a lot more than a little disturbing. But it was also fascinating. How much did this lonely lady want to escape her life. In the end, I suppose she did…though not in the prettiest of ways.

The Blue Fox tour actually ended at the gates of the Palace. It was up to us whether or not we wanted to go inside. We were both of two minds. It’s a zoo in there…but we were there. What the heck. The tour covered the ticket to go inside. You don’t find yourself at the gates of Versailles every day.

In 2021, we thought the palace was crowded. Boy, were we wrong! Once we got inside this time, we were swept up into a sea of humanity that we could NOT escape. It was terrible! 0/10 I hated it!

The imposing facade of the palace…
It’s beauty everywhere you look, don’t get me wrong. It’s just one of the most crowded places I’ve ever been.

At one point, when we were trapped inside the meat-river of the flow inside the palace, I literally ran to a window and looked outside to feel a little relief.

The pretty gardens outside the palace, as seen from Hell…
It’s absolutely beautiful inside the palace and I’m not saying you shouldn’t go. I’m just saying we had already seen it and we didn’t need to feel the claustrophobic craziness we experienced this time around…
I took very little photos during our walk-through, because I just wanted to get out. The thing is, you can’t…the only way out is THROUGH. Most of the photos I did take were of ceilings, to avoid people. You can just see the heads of people in this shot. The flow of humanity through the Hall of Mirrors…

At one point we were all shoulder to shoulder like sardines. It became unbearable. It was SO very hot and there seemed to be no end to the ride.

But we escaped. We got to the end, we saw daylight again, we walked to the train station and got the hell out of Dodge. With a quick stop at the normalcy of McDonald’s to sooth the wild beasts that we had become when trapped inside the glittery gold palace.

This ends one of the best days of our trip… with one of the most chaotic endings…

 

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