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    • Dag 1

      Unsere Zwischenstation Paris..........

      12. september 2022, Frankrike ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

      Heute sind wir in Schmölln aufgebrochen. Unsere Frauen haben uns nach Gera gefahren, da in Schmölln nur Schienenersatzverkehr angesagt war. Von da aus ging es über Erfurt nach Frankfurt. Ab Frankfurt mit dem TGV über Mannheim, Kaiserslautern und Saarbrücken nach Paris Est.
      Vom Bahnhof sind wir dann ca. 7 km gelaufen und waren gegen 20 Uhr im Hotel am Gare Montparnasse. Nach dem Check In haben wir uns ein Bierchen gegönnt.
      Morgen fahren wir dann vom Gare Mont. weiter nach Bayonne.
      Fazit des Tages: der lang ersehnte Tag des Aufbruchs ist da; was erwartet uns nun???
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    • Dag 2

      Noch nächtliche Impressionen aus Paris

      13. september 2022, Frankrike ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

      Bevor wir mit dem TGV nach Bayonne fahren noch einige nächtliche Impressionen aus Paris.
      Haben gut im Timhotel geschlafen, frühstücken auf dem Bahnhof - weiter geht's nach Bayonne und dann noch bis Saint Jean Pied de Port. Dort werden wir vom Hotel vom Bahnhof abgeholt. Super Service!
      Fazit des Tages: Großstadtluft geschnuppert und nun auf ins langersehnte " Abenteuer"!!!
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    • Dag 89

      Gourmets und Genüsse ;-)

      19. september 2019, Frankrike ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

      ...nach dem vergangenen Tag, wo uns auch die Vergänglichkeit nochmals bewusst wurde, sind wir nun mitten im Pariser Flair auf dem Wasser der Seine unterwegs und verwöhnen unsere Geschmacksnerven ☺️

      Die Bootsfahrt im schwimmenden Restaurants 🥰 eine Überraschung von Nicky ❤️
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    • Dag 44

      Paris...the end

      18. oktober 2022, Frankrike ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

      Yesterday I took the bus back to Santiago and today, a flight to Paris. I didn't get to my hotel until 3:00, so there wasn't much sightseeing. I did walk around for a few hours. Even found some shells in the sidewalk.

      Tomorrow I fly home. In some ways, I'm SO ready to be home. In others, I'm not ready. I wish I was still walking.

      Stats: 483.1 km walked, 283.9 km by bus. That's 300 miles walked of the 476 total miles. 35 days of walking.
      Hopefully one day I will return to walk the Camino in it's entirety.
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    • Dag 2

      First glimpses of Paris

      17. juni, Frankrike ⋅ ☁️ 61 °F

      The excitement of arrival got us through most of the day. A few hiccups here and there- each of us struggled with the finicky passport scanners, a long wait for a taxi to our hotel (could’ve taken the metro), two rooms each with three beds (huh?), a blown fuse despite the proper converter (no power strips advised), and frantically downloading the actual museum tickets rather than showing an email.

      After settling into our hotel in the Latin Quarter, day one’s real adventures began. We successfully navigated the metro to Pont Neuf. Walking out of the station we were greeted by a jazz combo that made us feel like we were in New Orleans (or is it the other way around?). Josie was hangry so we found a bite to eat. Not snacks, not a sit down, maybe a cafe, but not that one… you get the idea. We actually grabbed a perfect sandwich and some crepes- they’re like hot dog vendors in NY.

      A Seine river cruise helped set the map for our coming days. The sun was shining on our double decker boat of about 150 people- including some little kiddos on a school field trip whose banter we enjoyed. Thankfully our guide provided historical significance in both French and English for many of Paris’s top attractions. A slight breeze kept the temperature comfortable along with some periodic cloud cover. Planning for the upcoming Summer Olympics was already underway.

      Next, a short walk to the Louvre, Paris’s massive museum visited by more than 30,000 people daily. At first we just went for it rather than having any specific agenda wandering the massive collections- don’t forget to look up. After finally getting a guide to download and as our steam was fading, we took a tour touted as the “The Unmissables”. Highlights included the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, Liberty Leading, Winged Victory, The Wedding at Cana, and Virgin On the Rocks. All the while credit Millie for not complaining despite her legs being ready to literally fall off and Emmit’s perseverance despite wondering “why is that considered significant?”.

      Dinner was at a cafe along a bustling street and consisted of salads, some wonderful French appetizers- gyosas, goat cheese bites, and poutine fries-, and chicken with purée de pommes. The purée was particularly perfect (“bussin”), per Millie. The kids loved their drinks that looked like sparkling water but had a refreshingly lemonade flavor.

      We were hoping to stay up for the Euro Cup France football match but… 🥱 😴.
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    • Dag 15

      Panthéon

      18. august 2022, Frankrike ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

      In Paris waren wir noch im Pantheon (das Highlight von Jan) . Das Pantheon ist eine sehr eindrucksvolle Ruhmeshalle und die Grabstätte berühmter französischer Persönlichkeiten. Wir haben unter anderem das Grab von Marie Curie, Jean-Jacques Rousseau und Josephin Baker gesehen.Les mer

    • Dag 23

      Paris: Agnes Goodsir and Embassy

      11. mai, Frankrike ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

      Off the beaten track today: in search for Agnes Goodsir, then dinner with friends at their temporary home near the Eiffel Tower.

      Breakfast at 8:15 - decadently late, but it is Paris and we both slept in. It was extremely good, suffering only from being in a windowless room. Then we set off around 9am to touch base with Great-Great-Aunt Aggie.

      My grandmother was a Lorimer, and her mother was a Goodsir. Agnes Noyes Goodsir was her aunt. Agnes was born in rural Victoria in 1864 and was a painter. She studied art at the Bendigo School of Mines and Industries from 1898 to 1899, and in 1899 some of her work was raffled in Bendigo to partly finance her trip to study in Paris. (Sounds odd, but turn of the century exchange rates made it possible). She studied art in Paris and lived there from 1900 until she died there in 1939, although there was a break from 1914-1921 when she was in London because of WW1. Quite a bit is known about those London years because her three nephews - all farmers from Victoria - were in France with the AIF, and one of them wrote many long, eloquent and detailed letters about visiting his aunt Aggie in London (where he and his brothers met Cherry and her then husband) when he was on leave from the front. All three made it back home. When I was little I knew the letter-writer well: he was my father's Uncle Pat, a farmer well south of Nyngan.

      Agnes painted light and bright still lifes, mostly beautiful flowers in vases, but was most famous for her portraits. Her subjects included Bertrand Russell, Banjo Patterson, Mussolini and Tolstoy, but most were of her partner, Rachel (Cherry) Dunn, One of the best of those was hanging for 45 years in the harbourside apartment of my aunt and uncle, Mickey and Rob, and is now on Rob's wall a little north of Sydney.

      Agnes and Cherry lived at 18 Rue de l'Odeon, which was a 10 minute walk from our hotel. It was Paris at it's best: lovely temperature, cool breeze, empty streets except for a few people out shopping, bright blue sky. Even better, we found what we wanted straight away. No. 18 Rue de l'Odeon was still there, and the same (I am sure) from the outside as it was 100 years ago. It was the 1920s artistic heartland. A few doors up from their building, Ulysses was first published (at No. 22). It is just down the road from a theatre, the short street is home to several known writers and has plaques for people every second or third building, there is a typical French cafe on the corner ( as there was a century ago), and the street still has the odd bookshop.

      One of the residents of No. 18 let us see the foyer, but we did not know which apartment she lived in, so there was no point going further. Anne had found a 1922 photo looking down the street from the Odeon Theatre… and it is still almost exactly the same, except that the roundabout outside the theatre has been replaced by a plaza, the restaurant is on the other side and the large metal sculpture in the roundabout in the 1922 photo was removed in 1942 and melted down to make German guns.

      We strolled around the nearby streets and were probably the only tourists, even though it seemed like quintessential Paris. We then walked south on a very shady boulevard all the way out of the city proper to the Parisian Cemetery of Bagneux, where Agnes (died 11 August 1939) and Cherry (died April 1950) are buried. The walk took maybe 1.5 hrs, and was beautiful until the very last and more-modern section. The cemetery admin people had emailed Anne that Agnes was in Section 37, Row 13, Tomb 2. The cemetery was perhaps a square km, with 83,000 graves, but we found their rather darkened, simple cement tombstone very easily.

      From Bagneux we caught a metro to Sacre Couer, looked down on the city and around at the teeming tourist crowd, then walked down the hill, past a strange hardware store where I bought a sisal and copper-wire brush to clean the mud off our boots, through the Palais Royal gardens, where Anne, Fiona, Alistair and Nicolas had breakfast each morning 22 years ago, then through the Louvre and back to the hotel. Very important to be showered and changed into our trekking best, as were were going to dinner at 7pm with friends at the Australian Embassy. More specifically, with the Ambassador and a few diplomat/academic guests.

      Dinner was good.We had a truly unique view of the Eiffel Tower from the third or fourht floor of a rather austere Seidler building. Grosvenor Place in miniature. My university friend (the ambassador), her columnist and omniscient husband, a former academic/journalist, a former ambassador to China and his partner, and us. Some stereotypes, perhaps, but made up for by the columnist's amazing knowledge and ability to link the world together, and the journalist's amusing frankness about his French-government sponsored junket. It went quite late, so we were back at our hotel at 12:15. We took the Metro. Others headed for taxis, but the streets were jam-packed with people (a Taylor Swift concert as well in Paris tonight) so the queues looked long. It was not as if we were at risk: the stations were far busier than at 6:30 pm, and the Metro trains ran every 5 minutes. I am sure we were back faster than if we had caught a taxi straight away...and all those extra steps!

      25,314 steps, 20.3 km and 12 flights.
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    • Dag 3

      Galleries Lafayette and the Blue Line

      19. august 2019, Frankrike ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

      Up off the grass and off to catch the bus to Galleries Lafayette (the shopping centre) and I end up getting lost trying to enter The Opera Garnier. We didn't end up going in though as I thought it does not really catch my interest. Let me know if it is worthwhile please?

      I asked a young female how do we get to the dome in the shopping centre. The look on her face reminded me very quickly that I am not in my own country. I forgot to speak French, can you imagine?? 😂 She pointed right then left. So off we trot. She soon enough tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the correct entry doors, which weren't where I thought she'd said.

      Inside is like a massive exquisite Myer, In the middle is the glorious dome. Very pretty. Athena was impressed. We headed to the rooftop for a coffee. Go up the top, it's free, you can see all of Paris from up here.

      Our Big Bus tour has a 'Blue Line' which drives around Montmartre main streets. Whilst waiting for the bus I popped into a lindt shop. Athena wasn't coming in with me until she saw them hand me a lindt ball. Then straight in behind me she followed.

      Martin was our guide, he stood in front of us up the top and spoke in English. He shared all the quaint details of getting around Paris and the buildings history.

      We passed the sex shops, Moulin Rouge, Nord Gare station, Sacre Couer. Great idea to sit up in the open air and be ferried around the city.

      Once back at Notre Dame I decided to make sure Athena could find her way back to our hotel. I made her read a map and remember the street names to follow and cross. I pointed out any landmarks. Then shut up to let her lead. She did well mostly. She is not too great with following directions.

      For dinner I spied Athena's massive hoop earrings she brought along. I asked if I could wear them (to show her how ridiculously too big they are)

      So big hoop earrings on, Athena lost the plot laughing at me. She told me that they suited her as her head was bigger. She advised me she wouldn't be seen with me in public wearing them. I said ditto. So she agreed not to wear them.

      We were stuffed, so to the corner restaurant for steak tatare, soup and a wine. We are eating bread constantly here. Night!
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    • Dag 5

      Mercati domenicali parigini

      12. mars 2023, Frankrike

      Con Loredana ci svegliamo presto. Facciamo colazione in una boulangerie e poi in giro per mercatini. Varietà di frutti, carne, pesce, formaggi e fiori. Compriamo lamponi, mirtilli e fragole per colazioneLes mer

    • Dag 1–2

      Anreise nach Paris

      28. november 2023, Frankrike ⋅ ⛅ 3 °C

      So, meine Lieben,
      erster Post 😌 aus dem schönen Paris. Die Anreise war wie in üblicher Viola Manier wieder ein wenig holprig. Zunächst ließ mich die KVB im Stich im Herzen Kölns, dem Neumarkt 😄, von wo ich dann einen Sprint zum HBF Köln einlegen musste.
      Mit großem Backpack auf dem Rücken, Rucksack vor der Nase und einer Bauchtasche ein wenig anstrengender als geplant, wenn man gute 1,5 km hinter sich bringen muss. Zum Glück war ich vorher fleißig im Lauftraining gewesen.
      In Aachen als Zwischenstopp angekommen, wurde ich vom Schnee überrascht, der die Strecke bis Brüssel bedeckte. Wir konnten aber zum Glück weiterfahren. Endlich in Paris eingetroffen, begab ich mich vollgepackt zur Metro. Die Linie 5 war da aber ein wenig frickelig zu finden. Die Franzosen habe mich aber direkt tatkräftig unterstützt. Eine Französin hat mich dann sogar bis zum Gleis begleitet. Da sag mal jemand, dass die Pariser*innen nicht nett sind. Zugegebenermaßen lag es daran, dass nur auf Französisch kommuniziert wurde. Glücklicherweise hat mein Gehirn aber direkt geswitched und ich habe mich soweit gut durchgeschlagen.
      Im Hostel The People im Herzen Paris habe ich ein sehr schönes Mehrbettzimmer ergattert. Anschließend bin ich dann noch durch die blaue Stunde Paris gelaufen. Insbesondere die sich im Bau befindliche Notre Dame hat es mir angetan.
      Morgen geht’s dann ab zum Flughafen Orly, von wo aus mein Flieger auf die Guadeloupe geht. 🛫🏖️
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