Part 2 of my EuroBikeTrip journal notes: Paris. I’ll post Amiens to London sometime soonish.
6/8 – Paris
In the morning, we had breakfast with the rest of the folks staying at the B&B – the couple from Idaho and the eight British motorcycle tourists. We talked to Bill and Meredith, too, and after thanking them heartily and promising to pay their kindness forward, we set off into a cold and cloudy day. We stopped at a small grocery store and had lunch sitting on the sidewalk in front the store – I had a rabbit sandwich and a bottle of water. We took the country highways until we managed to get to the Orque Canal. From there, it was more or less smooth biking into the heart of Paris although we went through some of the very poor outer suburbs of Paris. We passed by a rickety trailer/squatter camp. A man was hunched over a bucket full of water – although it didn’t seem like the filthy water in the bucket was getting the laundry cleaner – in a field of debris underneath a highway bridge.
Once we were off the Canal path, the city traffic was hectic and fast. Scooters buzzed in and out of car traffic. Bike lanes were taken up by parked cars. The bike lanes that were still open for use were being bike salmoned, or even scooter salmoned.
When we arrived at the Hosteling International hostel, they said they had no record of our reservation, although Chris had talked to them just a week ago and was assured that our reservation was made. They did find room for us (as it turned out, there was plenty of room), but we would have to switch rooms the last day. The facilities were rather lacking – the luggage lockers cost money and were prone to breakdown, there was no bicycle parking (we locked our two bikes to each other with four locks, under the main stairway), and the showers were moldy. A throng of preteens crashed through the lobby after we checked in – not a good sign. After settling in, we got some dinner nearby at a nice little streetside restaurant. Back at the hostel, I had sweet, glorious internet access for the first time in a week.
6/9 – Paris
After free breakfast at the hostel, we headed over to the catacombs, where we waited in line for about a half hour, as they only allowed two hundred people in at a time. Originally built as quarries deep under the city, the catacombs were consecrated and repurposed to house the remains of thousands of Parisians as a plague swept through the area. Bones dug up from cemetaries all over Paris were stacked in neat, tight walls.
Next, we headed to Notre Dame for a free tour through DiscoverWalks. The building was enormous – one could imagine how a medieval Frenchman would’ve felt looking at the awesome structure. The magnificent facade, the frightening gargoyles on the side, the majestic flying buttresses on the back, the enchanting stained glass windows – it was amazing to think that this had been built hundreds of years ago. In the front courtyard was the “center of the world”, a marking on the ground which marked the center of Paris.
After the tour, we walked along the Siens river [??] to the Eiffel Tower. Along our walk were vendors of kitschy memorabilia but also old books and posters and artwork. I would’ve given into the temptation to buy, but I didn’t have much room to spare in my panniers. The walk also featured magnificent old buildings, but they were so numerous that we couldn’t keep track of what they were, even. Any one of them could’ve been the centerpiece of a major city, I thought.
We finally arrived at the Eiffel Tower. It wasn’t as tall as I imagined and not very beautiful at first glance. After about an hour and a half wait, we took the elevator all the way to the top and looked around in all directions. The sweeping views of the city were amazing! We took the elevator partway down and then walked the rest of the way down, which gave more emphasis in our minds as to how tall the structure was. The police were all around, some with big, imposing looking guns. As we walked down to the metro station, we were greeted by the “unofficial” vendors who had been scattered from the immediate vicinity of the Eiffel Tower by the police presence.
We got some drinks before we headed to bed, tired from all the touristing around.
6/10 – Paris
In our last day in Paris, I got up early and tried to wake up Chris but he was sound asleep (I had told him the night before that if I couldn’t wake him, I’d be leaving early without him). I took the train out to Versailles. I know I’m reusing the same adjectives, but it truly was a majestic palace. The royalty that lived there lived such public lives (they often dined in front of an audience of noblemen), but they probably didn’t imagine their palace turning into a spectacle for the masses. After seeing the king’s and queen’s rooms, the dauphin’s and dauphine’s rooms seemed mild and subdued in comparison.
After Versailles, I took the train back to Paris to the Arc de Triomphe. From there, I walked down the Champs Elyssee and saw much by way of haute couture, but also mass market shops like Gap and H&M. I then arrived at the Louvre. After four hours mostly spent mostly looking at major French paintings, I gave up trying to soak everything in and went back to the hostel to pack. I had gotten quite greedy in my touristing and my right knee was pained – I hoped it would be better by the next day. Chris and I had some drinks at the hostel bar, and I chatted up a man from Montreal – a fellow Canadian! – and learned that the Bloc Quebecois’s hold on Quebec was broken! The NDP (or the NPD, as he called it) was now the ruling party. Amazing stuff!