I woke up excited to be in France! I
quickly got dressed and ran down to the square to find some espresso
and a real French croissant with chocolate of course.
After munching down a chocolate
croissant, I found a little visitor center in the square and luckily
the guy working there spoke some English. He gave me a map of the
city and circled the historic areas and landmarks for me.
Plaza de la Comedie - Trolley and Opera House |
I walked down the main road in the historic
shopping area. It was a Saturday and the streets were busy with
people doing their Christmas shopping. This whole area next to the
Plaza De La Comedie is pedestrian only for the most part so it was
quite a pleasant area to wander around. I was enchanted by the
winding streets and shops.
Shopping district, with the Christmas tree on the plaza in the distance. |
I found an indoor market and went
inside to gawk at the freshly butchered pigs and chickens on display.
It was a bit bloodier than I'm used to, so I left quickly and moved
on my way.
French Meat |
As I walk along Rue Foch, I spotted an
arch like the one in Paris. I got excited and quickly walked up to
the Arc de Triomphe. It was beautiful and went over the road, so
cars drove underneath it. I saw a school group going inside to be
taken up to the roof. I thought about sneaking up with them, but it
would have been kinda awkward, so I moved on.
Arc de Triomphe |
Across the street directly ahead was a
beautiful park called Promenade du Peyrou with gravel walkways and
perfect fenced in squares of grass. I walked about the trails
admiring the terraced view of the city in a park with trees and lamp
posts in perfect rows. In the center of the far end of the park is a
tall stone columned structure with a large reflecting pool on one
side. On the other side of the structure is a beautiful vista of the
more modern section of the city with an elevated aqueduct shooting
out from the park running through the city.
Promenade du Peyrou |
This park would have to be the closest
I would come to walking through the famous gardens of Versaille on
this trip. Sigh...
Kitty doesn't like bird on his nose! |
I decided I was thirsty and it was time
for lunch so I headed back the way I came and sited a bar with the
Delirium pink elephant as it's logo. There was a nice shaded patio
with lots of tables, but I was getting chilly so I sat at the bar
inside and spoke the common language of beer names with the
bartender. I ordered a Leffe and the bartender went back outside to
read his paper, smoke a cigarette, all while sipping on a coffee.
After writing in my journal and
enjoying my lonely Leffe, I wandered on and found myself in a
beautiful square with a church called Saint Anne and directly across
the square was an Irish pub called O'Carolan's. It looked welcoming
so I stepped inside. The bartenders were all Irish and therefore
spoke English which made me very excited. I became quick friends
with the two bartenders working, well the older one was nice, the
young one just annoyed me.
I asked for food, but they said I would
have to go next door and bring something back. So I went next door
and of course no one spoke English so I miraculously ended up with a
vegetarian sub, with sun dried tomatoes, mushrooms, artichokes, and
onions. I ate my sandwich at the bar and talked to the bartenders
about my travels, while all the patrons had their eyes glued to a
rugby game on the TV.
Saint Anne |
The young bartender got annoyed with me
and started a sentence with “, You Americans come over here with
your checklists...” Blah, blah, blah... And that was my cue to get
my check.
I realized I was late anyways to move
my stuff from the king room to a double back at the hotel... so I
quickly found my way back. But I was disturbed by the guys attitude
at the bar and it bothered me the rest of the day. Particularly
because I hadn't really been using a checklist, unless you count an
itinerary of cities a checklist... but I know there are far more
organized tourists than me.
Tourist |
I wrote it off as a case of someone who
hates their life and needs to make a change...
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