At the beginning of our tour earlier in the day, Pop Pop and I noticed the Friedrichstadt Palast, a performing arts center. We decided to check it out on our way back and we ended up buying tickets for the show called “The Wyld,” at 7:30 p.m. This gave us an hour and a half to get back to our hotel, shower and change, and take the metro back to the center. With a small hold up on the metro, we made it to the show with minutes to spare.
The show was…interesting, spectacular, full of energy…wild. It is described as “as wonderful and quirky as Berlin” and is set on the biggest theater stage in the world. The show had a production budget of ten million euros, and one could tell. There were strobe lights, intricate outfits, rising stage sections and trap doors. I am not sure if there was a set storyline in the show, as it was mainly dance and acrobatics set to song and music. Surprisingly, many of the songs were in English. Some scenes consisted of biker girls dressed up in cute biking outfits and a professional trick-biker, a museum of ancient Egypt and outer space. There were showscases of strength and flexibility. There were synchronized dancers under water. There were flips through the air. It was incredible. It was controlled chaos. It was impressive. Apparently, this is a New York Times Top Ten “Must See” in Berlin. I would definitely recommend it.
When the show was over, we still had some daylight, so Pop Pop and I decided to hop off the s-bahn on the way back to our hotel and see one more sight. We visited Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, which was bombed during WWII and only partially rebuilt. Half of the spire is missing and some pieces of walls are simply not there anymore. Now, people can see it as a museum and a devastating reminder of what once happened in the streets of Berlin.
As we were walking around the corner from our hotel, I noticed another marking of where a Jew once resided. He was taken to and died at Auschwitz. Here I was, staying in a nice, developed area of Berlin, yet there is this gut-wrenching reminder of history.
This was an astounding day in Berlin, and I hope I can come back one day and see the sights that I have not had the time to visit. I would like to come back to Germany in general and visit different cities and sites as well. Maybe one day, if I can build the confidence to navigate the region and language on my own!
Guten Morgen Berlin! Our first and only full day in Berlin arrived and we were ready to take in this new city. We started off with having a nice breakfast at our hotel that consisted of different types of pastries, meats (including smoked salmon), nuts, fruit and cereal. It was quite satisfying. After that, we jumped on the s-bahn, since we now understood how to work it, and went to our meeting spot.
Our plan was a six-hour walking tour and although it was going to be a very hot day, I was super excited that it was not raining. Below I have listed some of the the sights I saw and facts I learned while on the tour.
We stopped at a synagogue that had been destroyed during the Nazi regime and then later rebuilt. One can see the patchwork on the structure. The darker areas are original, while the new and lighter areas are new.
We saw an example of what an original apartment building would have looked like during WWII, since this particular building had luckily not been destroyed or renovated on the outside.
We observed that most buildings or parts of buildings that survived fro WWII had many bullet holes covering them and chunks missing from the wall.
We visited an original 1920’s dance hall, called Clarchen’s Ballhaus.
We saw where a building once stood that was destroyed during the war, but had left the room outlines and even some wallpaper on its once conjoined building.
We found place marks that explained where Jewish people lived, where they were imprisoned and when they died.
We stopped for food at a train station and had traditional German currywurst and braunschweiger.
We saw the Trains to Life, Trains to Death statue, which depicts the conflicting realities of Jewish children during the Nazi regime. Some looked happy, as they were being adopted into new families through special programs, while others were facing the opposite way, looking helpless as they left for concentration camps.
We went to the square at which Hitler would hold rallies.
We visited Gendarmenmakrt, which is the square that is home to Konzerthaus, a concert hall, and French and German churches that face one another.
We visited a market, which was set up with individual stands with red and white striped awnings, which was adorable.
We walked through the Memorial of the Murdered Jews of Europe. The architect gave this memorial a very abstract look, with cement blocks rising from the curvy ground at different heights. Some people describe it as a ghetto with tiny streets and small, dark buildings. Others say it brings a sense of isolation. The meaning behind it we may never actually fully understand.
We went to the Neue Wach Memorial, which serves as the “Central Memorial of the Federal Republic of Germany for the Victims of War and Dictatorship.” The inside sculpture by Käthe Kollwitz, Mother with her Dead Son, is a very broad remembrance of all victims of war. This woman created the tribute after her son was killed in war. Her art was actually banned from East Berlin because it showed the sorrows of war. Under it are buried the ashes of an unknown soldier and a Jewish victim.
We passed the opera house, which is pink and under construction.
We stopped at Humbolt Universsitaet, which is the very famous college in the city.
We visited a square at which thousands of books that did not fit the narrow guidelines of Nazi ideals were burned. There is now a memorial in the ground, which is an empty room of shelves for 20,000 books. A memorial that is very easily overlooked, one can view it by looking through the glass window in the ground. Many commemorations in Berlin are quite subtle, such as the markings where Jews were killed or taken. Many purposely slip the eye, but appear at random, giving a strong remembrance of what once happened.
We went outside a famous chocolate restaurant, Fassbender & Rausch, which has chocolate sculptures and even a full menu that features chocolate as an ingredient.
We took a long stop at Checkpoint Charlie, a famous check spot between East and West Berlin, which surprisingly is not one bit original ad extremely touristy. There is a remake of a sign that indicated when people were leaving U.S. territory, which I thought was a cool sign to see. There are even fake American soldiers dressed up with rented costumes that are not at all historically correct, and are also rented by many male strippers. So, if you ever take a photo opportunity with one of these pretend soldiers, you might also be helping out a male stripper. Woohoo!
We learned about the Trabi car, which was the only car allowed in East Berlin. A waitlist for one was about ten years, and they only went up to 50 miles per hour when stomping on the gas, going downhill. They were quite flimsy and unreliable cars.
We saw a mural the Soviet Union put up to show happiness, which is now juxtaposed by a picture of a rebellion in East Berlin on the ground in front of it.
We observed a statue, which is the outline of a man’s face. Apparently this was a policeman who used his power to oppose the war, and who was kept alive in prison to show people what happens when you are a traitor. However, once Germany knew they were going to lose, he was executed.
We saw the Brandenburg Gate, which was originally designed by Prussia. It is a famous neo-classical structure that marked the border of Berlin and Brandenburg an der Havel.
We ended the tour at Hotel Adlon, which is about 100 years old and has had guests including the Queen of England. It is a remake, of course, because it burned down. This is the site at which Michael Jackson dangled baby Blanket from a balcony.
The tour was wonderful, but I couldn’t believe all the museums and other points of interest there are to see in Berlin. I loved learning about the history of Germany, how it started out as a country and how it became the way it is now.
Of course, a six-hour walking tour of the city was not enough. Pop Pop wanted to find something to do that night, so we decided to check out a place we passed at the beginning of the tour, which I will describe in a later post.
Navigating the NYC subway, fine. Finding my way through the Paris metro, simple. Figuring out the Berlin s-bahn, no thanks! Pop Pop, who speaks a decent amount of German, even had a difficult time learning how to travel on the subway here in Berlin. Somehow, I guess with asking people and using a map, we did figure out where we wanted to go and we got on the train. In Berlin, there are two types of trains: the s-bahn and u-bahn. The first is mostly above ground, and the latter underground. Unfortunately, we ran into a bit more trouble when we realized we passed the stop we wanted. We called the tour company and luckily they said we could make it in time. With much sweat and determination, we found the group right in the knick of time!
We met the group at the T.V. Tower I talked about earlier, which is now a restaurant that spins three times an hour and a popular vantage point of the city. Our guide was American. After college he apparently moved to Germany for the music scene and has been here ever since. On our tour were people from the U.S., London and Australia.
We were on a dinner tour, so we were treated to a combination of history and food. A few things we saw along the tour include:
A guard tower looking out on the “death strip” of the Berlin wall. This was the area between the Berlin wall and the second wall surrounding it (Yes, technically, the Berlin Wall was not just one wall). It was dubbed “death strip” because when people tried to escape and hop over the first wall, there would be obstacles in their way and guards waiting to shoot them. Apparently there was an overload of bunnies in this area, and guards enjoyed hunting them for fun.
Markers that showed where victims were killed.
Markers that showed where the underground tunnels were that went from West to East Berlin.
A memorial dedicated to Kristallnacht, or The Night of the Broken Glass.
During our tour, we stopped at three places to eat. The first eatery was modern and artsy. We had falafel there. Falafel is popular in the U.S. and especially in NYC, which has falafel stands dotting its streets. I don’t usually like falafel, but for some reason, this one was quite tasty. At the next place we sat outside, which was lovely. We had an assortment of German food, including rouladen, a type of meatball, a flatbread with greens and tomatoes, and many other small dishes. The last place we stopped at was for dessert. It had about a dozen types of cakes, but I ended up with frozen chocolate. This was basically cold hot chocolate with a scoop of chocolate ice cream. It was delicious. I tried some cheesecake, carrot cake and Danish apple cake that other people had, and they were all tasty as well.
Yes, you read that right. I tried other people’s food that I had only met a few hours before. During the tours I have been on, as I have mentioned, I have met incredible people. This group in particular was full of friendly, interesting travelers. Because this was a dinner tour, we were all forced to converse and get to know one another. However, these people all seemed genuinely interested in getting to know about each other and I loved that. I told them how impressed I was with the people I have met on the tours over the last few days, and they all agreed that to be traveling in foreign countries, a person is usually going to be open to new places, cultures and interactions. The mother and son I met from Australia happen to be from the town in which I may study abroad, and the mother gave me her card and the son added me on Facebook. I was so grateful that I was in Berlin with these incredible people.
It was an amazing and busy first day, and we expected nothing less of the next.
I feel like I half my brain was taken out, mushed up on the ground and thrown back into my head. Arriving in Germany is such a huge shift for me because I do not understand a single thing I hear or see. I don’t know French, but I was so much more comfortable staying in France. This is going to be interesting.
Our flight to Berlin was smooth and we arrived a bit before noon at the Tegel airport. It was surprising to find out it was not necessary to go through customs or get a stamp in our passports. We quickly hopped in a taxi and were on our way to the hotel. Upon arrival, my Pop Pop filled out a paper and discussed sightseeing opportunities with the hotel manager. Feeling extremely dumb and ignorant, I awkwardly sat there until I knew I could go back to my room. We are staying at the Hommage-a-Margritte, which is a modern, yet dainty and charming boutique hotel.
No more than 30 minutes after arrival, Pop Pop decided we would go on a boat cruise on the River Spree. It was extremely hot out, but once the vessel started moving, we welcomed a nice breeze. We passed through parks, trees and very modern buildings. Berlin surprised me like Dublin did. Although I did not know exactly what I expected of each city, both were different than I subconsciously expected. Then again, I have to remember that much of Berlin is fairly new because World War II was not long ago.
We passed several important buildings that the tour, which was recorded in English and German, pointed out. Here are a few things I saw and learned:
Berlin has a greater water surface and more bridges than Venice, Amsterdam and Stockholm combined.
We passed the Charlottenburg power station, which dated back to 1900 and is one of the oldest surviving power stations in Berlin.
The Royal Porcelain Manufactory (KPM) is one of the longest-standing businesses in Berlin and was founded in 1751 by a Swiss entrepreneur.
The Victory Column commemorates Prussia’s victories in the “unification wars” between 1864 and 1871. It is a gold-plate sculpture of Victoria, the goddess of victory.
The House of World Cultures picked up its nickname “pregnant Oyster” due to its roof structure, which was designed by an American architect and given by the U.S. for the International Building Exhibition in West Berlin.
There is a T.V. tower that rises tall above the city. It was built between 1965 and 1969, and is the second-tallest free-standing structure in Europe after the Moscow T.V tower.
The most beautiful bridge in Berlin is the Oberbaum Bridge, built in 1895. Its name means “upper tree,” coming from the historical tree barrier placed on the river as the sun would set to prevent barges from illegally entering the city.
The Berlin coat of arms is a bear.
There is an island between the River Spree and Kupfergraben Canal called “Museum Island” that houses five museum buildings including the neo-baroque Bode Museum.
The Berlin Cathedral is referred to the protestant counterpart of its role model, St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome.
After the boat turned around to head back to its beginning point, Pop Pop and I hopped off at a rest point near where we would begin our planned bike tour. However, first, we would have to figure out the s-bahn, the subway.
Our last day in Paris crept in on us and although we were already sad, we were surely going to make the most of it. After another breakfast at the apartment, which consisted of fruit, pastries and hard-boiled eggs, we hopped on the metro. We had our last bike tour with Blue Bike Tours and we were meeting at Place St. Michel like we did for our first tour with this group. The fountain is near both Notre Dame and Saint-Chapelle cathedrals, so we left our apartment with plenty of time to see these two beautiful structures. I was most excited to view Notre Dame because it was the first large European church I ever saw. It was just as alluring as I remembered it. Although people said San Chapel is more striking, I am not sure if I agree.
Outside of Notre Dame
We met the tour guides and selected our bikes, which were right around the corner. By “selected” I mean picked our bikes by claiming one with a name we enjoyed. Each bike is labeled with a name, so it’s easier to keep track of our bikes when we take a break from riding them. I don’t remember the name of my first bike, but the name of my second bike was Napoleon III, and the name of my last bike was Croissant.
Today we were touring the back roads of Paris, so it was like seeing and learning about the little hidden treasures and facts throughout the city. Our first stop was the famous Shakespeare and Company bookstore, which was founded in 1951 by George Whitman and is now run by his granddaughter. This store welcomes authors to reside in the rooms at no cost. The only requirements are that they read almost a book each day and that they pen an autobiography to keep in the store’s archives. It was a quaint place and made me want to pick up several books to read. While there, we also learned about how the caste iron water fountains were established in Paris. They were a present from Sir Richard Wallace, who financed Charles Auguste Lebourg to design them after Paris faced much destruction after the Franco-Prussian War. With these fountains, the Parisians would never loose water connection during war or any other time. As we rode away, we passed by the “oldest” tree in Paris, which was brought from North America.
We then headed to Saint-Sulpice Church, which is a Roman-Catholic has mismatched towers and was recently feature in “The Davinci Code.” Inside it houses a gnomon, which is a device that casts a shadow on the ground to determine the position of the sun in the sky. Another spot we passed the church, Saint-Etienne, which has the steps Owen Wilson sat on in “Midnight in Paris.”
A really interesting thing that tied in with American history we saw was Paris’ oldest café, Le Procope, which was founded in 1686.Famous visitors include Benjamin Franklin, Voltair, Napoleon and Victor Hugo. The café holds Napoleon’s hat, which he left there as payment, and a few other historical artifacts, including a blood stain from someone who was shot while Benjamin Franklin was working on the Constitution.
Our other stops included the Pantheon, which was originally built as a basilica, but then was taken over during the French Revolution and eventually dedicated to the great men of France. We also saw the roman arena, which is over 2,000 years old. It was used for animal and and human battles, but then was covered up and forgotten about once the Roman Empire collapsed. Another extremely old structure we saw was the 800-year-old wall that was built to protect Paris from Richard Lionheart of England, but was eventually uneccesary as Paris grew outside its borders. We rode through Mouffetard Village as well, and seeing the modern street art was interesting.One of the last stops was the Palace Royale, which is known for its charming red bricks and history. Apparently, not all the bricks seen on the buildings are real, due to building permits and regulations in Paris.
Once we completed our tour, we had a few hours left to explore. Pop Pop and I decided we didn’t have time to climb into the towers of Notre Dame, so we quickly found our way to the Opera House. This was so special to me because Phantom of the Opera was one of the first musicals I became interested in on my own and possibly helped start my obsession with France. The Opera was drop-dead gorgeous. The history of it was incredibly interesting as well. Apparently, the opera was more of a social thing and was similar to how we watch television today. In other words, people did not come to the Opera just to watch it. Also, people never came on time, because that meant they had nothing better to do with their day. I am so happy I got to tour it and learn about the famous house of music. And no, I did not see the phantom.
After that, Pop Pop and I took the metro and then rushed to the Les Invalides museum. This is where Napoleon III is buried, along with others, and has the history of all of the French wars. We had about an hour to see it before it closed. The room in which Napoleon is buried is gorgeous, and his tomb is massive.
We finished the night with a dinner at a place recommended by our host’s friend. Apparently, the “real” French restaurants don’t have the menu in French and English. This one only had the menu in French. An interesting thing in France is that its menus come pre-set, so you can pay to get an appetizer and an entre, or and entre and a dessert, or all three. We started with escargot, which we were determined to eat before leaving Paris, and had a satisfactory meal that followed.
Our last day in Paris was amazing, and we did not let one second go to waste. I will miss this gorgeous city tremendously, but hopefully one day I will be back.
I see the sun! It was a pleasure waking up to weather other than rain or clouds. Pop Pop and I grabbed a quick bite that our host kindly left us, and then we were off to the Gare Saint-Lazare train station. Today we planned a bike tour of Versailles with Blue Bike Tours. We met the group and tour guide at the station and then hopped on the next train to the city. The trains are interesting here because passengers have to scan their tickets through the machine on the way in and as they exit. I assume this is to make sure they do not travel further than their tickets permitted. This is definitely not a very lenient system, and I’ve never seen it in America.
When we arrived, we walked through a market place in Versailles. The inside vendors were selling all types of food—vegetables, fruit, meat, fish, pastries, cheeses and sandwiches. The outside stands were filled more with goods such as clothing and knick-knacks, like one may expect to find at a flea market. We split up to grab some food that we would be eating on the royal grounds, and then walked to pick up our bikes once we regrouped.
Getting our bikes was more stressful than it needed to be due to group members wanting extra bags to carry the food in and having issue after issue with the bikes, but all was remedied and we were eventually on our way to explore Chateau de Versailles. The town is a lovely place, filled with beautiful architecture, stone roads and trees lining the streets.
We reached our security check, which was very relaxed, and entered the grounds of the palace. We stopped between a long grass section that sat between the parking lot and the pond of the palace. This was a huge man-made pond and it reminded me of the reflection pool in Washington, D.C., only much larger. Here our tour guide, Claire, told us about the history of the kings of France from Louis XII to Napoleon, which was incredibly intriguing. It is insane to think that a boy was made king at five years old and that another king had 200 mistresses. We learned that Versailles was originally built by King Louis XIII as a small hunting lodge to escape the people of Paris, but because it was so small, he got terribly ridiculed. He eventually had a larger one constructed, but it was still not “king-size.” So, he had the palace built and from there, each king added something extra to the getaway. Claire also explained why there was a giant metal structure spewing water into the pond. Apparently, the museum selects a new piece of art every year to place on the grounds and this waterfall was it. Last year the chosen artwork was a cylinder that was placed on the grass and known as “the vagina of the palace,” which struck much controversy over the conservative people of Versailles.
After receiving the most interesting history lesson of my life, we rode our bikes halfway around the pond to reach the other end that looked directly at the palace. We had a picnic there, which was quite lovely. The sun was shining and the grass was comfortable. After lunch, we rode our bikes around the rest of the pond and off to the summer house, known as The Grand Triaon. This was built as a request from King Louis XIV as a retreat for himself and his head mistress, which apparently was a high title to possess. We then rode to Petit Trianon, which was a smaller chateau created for King Louis XV’s mistresses. This palace was smaller and less grandeur than the Grand Trianon. This was later handed off to Marie Antionette as a place for peace and quiet.
Speaking of Marie Antionette, she was the most intriguing part of the tour, in my opinion. Although she was beheaded as a traitor six months after her husband King Louis XVI was guillotined, there can be a soft spot found for her in one’s heart. She was married to King Louis XVI when she was brought to France from Austria as a young teenager. Before she met her soon-to-be husband for the first time, she had to strip herself of everything she brought from Austria, including her clothes and dog, and was given French clothes and servants. Just her entry into France was controversial due to the war that was just ended between France and Austria. She was then hated because she did not produce any heirs to the throne for more than eight years after she was married. However, that was because Louis XVI was an extremely shy individual and did not understand how producing children worked, or was too embarrassed to try. She did not enjoy her life, and to escape from reality, she had workers build her a farm and village on the grounds of Versailles. While there, she did not have to be a queen and could work on the farm like a normal person. However, she did not like getting too dirty, so she had a real farmer clean the animals and even brush off the chicken eggs before she would retrieve them in the morning. On the other hand, when people discovered the rumors about her farm village to be true, Antionette probably looked so far away from the normal life because she got a fancy level of treatment on her farm. All in all, I was absolutely blown away when I learned about her and her dream life.
The last stop of the tour was the main palace of Versailles. In it were paintings, rooms and furniture that showed how royalty lived while there. It is truly incredible that all these items were preserved over hundreds of years for the world to now see.Versailles was absolutely spectacular and so impressive. I can only imagine the planning, time and money that it took to build everything.
To finish the night, Pop Pop and I took the metro to Sacre Couer, The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris. This is the highest point in Paris and overlooks the whole city. To get to it, one can climb stairs, or take the funicular, which are two cable cars that balance each other as one travels up and one goes down the side of the hill. We ate a mediocre dinner in the town of Montmarte, which is the town that surrounds the basilica. It is a cute town on the hill, but also full of tourists.
It was a long day in Paris and Versailles, but well worth it. I couldn’t believe that the last day I would spend in Paris was only hours away.
Tuesday was the busiest day yet. I mean it. It was jam packed.
We got up bright and early, ate some fruit and pastries and were out the door to start the day. The weather seemed to be holding up in the morning, and we were thankful for that. We rode the metro to the grounds of the Jardin de Tuileries, walked through and got in line for Musee d’Orsay. This is a former railway station that now houses mainly French paintings, drawings and sculptures that date from 1848 to 1915. The building was beautiful and the artwork was even more stunning. The main works we saw were by Monet, Monat, Renoir, Cezanne, Van Gogh and Degas.
The Age of Bronze-Rodin
Blue water Lilies-Monet
We ran into a speed bump at the museum when my Pop Pop realized he didn’t have vouchers for our reservation in the Eiffel Tower. We called the company through which we booked the lunch and luckily its main office is located on the other side of Jardin de Tuileries. We walked there and got it sorted out in no time.
I have seen the Eiffel Tower hundreds of times and I was even there once, but as we walked under it, I could not believe how massive this structure is. It is simply incredible. My Pop Pop and I noted that it is the most beautiful piece of metal we have seen. We easily got to the restaurant on the second level and ate away. We were fortunate enough to clinch a table at the window, so our view during lunch was the beautiful view of the Parisian skyline, and more specifically, the Central Business District. Apparently there is a section of skyscrapers in Paris, and it is the CBD. Once we were done with our lunch, we climbed up to the next level of the Iron Lady and took in the views presented to us. We were so happy the rain held off and the sky seemed a bit brighter, since we had seen nothing but rain and clouds since Dublin.
After the Eiffel Tower, Pop Pop and I marched to the sewers of Paris, Égouts de Paris, and took a tour. This was really special to me because we had tried to do this when we were in the City of Lights eight years ago, but were unable to head underground. I guess we completed our unfinished business by seeing other people’s dirty business! Anyway, it was really informative and it was more interesting than one would think to learn about how the sewers evolved over the years. My favorite part was when Victor Hugo was mentioned, who wrote about the Paris sewers in his famous novel (and my favorite show) “Les Miserables.” Apparently he knew the sewer master, and used a detailed map of the network to refer to while writing his novel. Although it smelled pretty bad (although not as bad as one would think), I am so thankful I finally got to experience the famous sewers de Paris.
We noticed we still had a decent amount of time to kill, so we hopped on the metro and visited the Arc de Triumph, which is at the end of Champs de Elysees. After a long construction and different symbolism, the monument is a token of gratitude to those who have served in war and represents triumphant France. As I climbed to the top, I recalled being on the top of it when I was twelve and waving down to my grandma, who understandably opted out of climbing the massive piece of art. The monument is only a few blocks from our apartment, so once we were finished, we strolled home.
We had about an hour to rest and then got ready for our evening event: a show at The Lido. The Lido is a cabaret and burlesque show located on the Champs de Elysees. This street, by the way, was very popular and reminded me of New York City with its bright lights and vibrant energy. You may have heard of the Moulin Rouge, which is the most famous burlesque show in Paris. I went there when I was 12, so my Pop pop decided to take me to a different place. This was a bit sentimental because I wore the same dress I wore to the Moulin Rouge to the Lido. My Pop Pop could not believe I was wearing the dress eight years later, and to my satisfaction, it fit much better. The show was incredible. It was filled with beautiful and sparkling outfits, great dancing and singing, a mime, a juggler, ice skaters and other performers. We had a great view of center stage and an even greater experience.
Finally, the long day came to an end and we prepared for the next day that would start with another bike tour, but in a new location.
To begin our tour with Blue Bike Tours, we met at the St. Michel Fountain. The group consisted of a family with two young boys, a single man, a single woman and a gorgeous couple that was incredibly sweet. We began by grabbing our bikes and our journey around Paris begun. Below I have broken down the tour:
We biked from St. Michel to the boat we would ride on the Seine. The boat we took was with Croisiere Bateaux Parisens. The most famous river boats on the Sein is with Bateaux Mouches, which is what I rode when I was here eight years ago.
During the boat cruise, we passed buildings such as the Louvre and the d’Orsay Museum.
We stopped at the Eiffel Tower where I (finally) consumed a long awaited French crepe.
We passed under and over Bridge Alexander III, which is regarded as the most ornate bridge in Paris. It symbolized friendship with Russia when it was finished in 1900. However, that friendship only lasted three years. It was also used to symbolize the power and greatness of the city in the 1900 World Fair.
We rode our bikes to the Louvre, which is the world’s most famous museum and largest historic monument in France. I could go on about how extravagant this building is, but I will leave it at it’s absolutely ginormous, it’s fancy and full of rich history as well as pieces of art (the Mona Lisa!).
We passed over Pont Neuf, which is Paris’ oldest bridge that has several intricately designed faces on the sides.
We passed by Grand Palais, which was constructed for the 1900 World Fair as well as Palaid Petit, which is directly across from the Grand Palais. This was also built for the exposition and now houses the Paris Museum of Fine Arts.
We stoppedd at the Conciergerie, which is the oldest standing Royal residence in Paris. Marie-Antionette was imprisoned here before she was beheaded.
We biked on the Champs-Elysees, “The most beautiful avenue in the world,” which leads to the Arc de Triomphe.
We gawked at the Place de la Concorde, which may be the most famous square in Paris. It has views of the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Conciergerie, a huge ferris wheel and Champs-Elysees.
We saw and learned of the Luxor Obelisk. This is a 75-foot engraved stone that was found outside the Luxor Temple in Egypt. It has a twin, but the first one was such a struggle to bring to Paris, the second one never made its way over, and is still there to this day.
The tour lasted about four hours. It was amazing riding around this charming city by bike and I could not get over how fortunate I was as I glided past 200 plus year-old buildings. We took the subway home and let ourselves in the apartment. We will be using this company for more tours, and I am excited to see what I learn next!
I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I exited the plane with a huge grin on my face. I had waited eight years to come back to the city that stole my heart. Bonjour Paris, comment allez-vous?
My Pop Pop arranged a driver to grab us from the airport. We moved through the airport very easily and quickly, and before I knew it, we were on the streets of Paris. We are staying at an apartment on Avenue Wagram. It is absolutely adorable and I cannot believe the building was originally built in the 1800s. One of my favorite things about Paris are the beautiful buildings–they are so romantic, yet to strong. Haussman, who designed the building in which I am staying, designed most of Paris in the second half of the 1800s. Napolean III commissioned him to create a cleaner and more modern city, so from 1853 to 1870, he basically demolished many buildings, made wide streets and then connected the separate sections with these streets.
We met our host and by 2 p.m. we were at the Marche aux Puces: the flea market of Paris. You may think it is weird that I am going to a flea market in Paris, but this is not just any flea market. It is enormous and has hundreds of vendors selling things from new clothes and souvenirs to retro and antique items. Unfortunately, the rain was quite heavy and forced many vendors to shut down early, so we did not see as much as we would have liked, but the less temptation to buy things, the better!
The metro (subway) system in Paris is easy to figure out if you know where you are going and realize on which side of the track to board the train. If you have been on the NYC subway system, this should be a breeze, and a cleaner one, too! Transferring trains was easy as well, which we had to do both times we used it.
When I told people my plans for this summer, many people warned me about how dangerous traveling abroad could be. Although I do understand this, I am pretty sure it is just as dangerous to walk into NYC for my internship. Of course, I was worrying about pick-pockets, which are very apparent in Europe. I always had my eyes scanning everything around me and I forced my Pop Pop to stay in front of me so I could watch him. My tight vigil of my surroundings paid off, which was helpful but frightening at the same time. As my Pop Pop and I were getting on the subway, I noticed two young men watching people enter the gate to the subway. I noticed one walk behind a woman and try to slip his hand into her coat pocket. Unsure what to do and not wanting to see this lady get robbed, I (very lightly and nervously) punched the guy in the back and wrecked his plan. I noticed the thief’s friend told him what I had done, and I was nervous I was going to get jumped. However, I made it out safe and I hope I tuned the unknowing woman away from harm. Anyway, the lesson is to be careful and always watch your surroundings!
On a lighter note, Pop Pop and I returned to our apartment for a brisk period of time, and then walked back to the subway to begin our next scheduled event: a bike and boat tour with Blue Bike Tours which I will speak about in the next post.
Two thirds of the day’s plans were completed and after a quick nap to rejuvenate ourselves, we were ready for our boat tour. This was a simple 45-minute tour through the company Liffey River Cruises. The skipper and tour guide were very friendly and it was easy to listen to them. Here are a few things I learned:
There were about 6,000 people working along the river just to help with the shipping and unloading of items carried by boat. However, in the 1960s shipping containers were introduced and within weeks, thousands lost their jobs.
Dublin is a popular city to hold as a European headquarter for many companies including Twitter, Airbnb, Google Ireland, Yahoo and so on.
One can get through the whole country of Ireland by boat.
There are salmon, trout, crabs, seals and other marine life found in the Lippy River. (yay, seals!)
Two of Dublin’s adjacent bridges are named after famous Irish playwrights. Can you guess who? Sean O’Casey and Samuel Beckett.
Samuel Beckett’s writing won him a Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969. O’Casey’s writing started riots.
Ships in the Liffey river often had painted canon holes to look like they had adequate protection.
Some crews covered their canon holes and disguised themselves as rich sailors, so when they lured in the pirates, the could surprise attack them.
It was a swell ride, and by the time it was over, the rain finally stopped. Pop Pop and I scoped out a great place for fish and chips and to our enjoyment, it was right next to a Gelato place. I actually ended u getting michi for dessert, which is gelato covered in a rice cake. Basically, it is the mochi one would expect from a Japanese restaurant.
We strolled through a back street to explore a bit, and then headed to the water to take a few pictures before retiring to our hotel. We had an early night, but considering we were running on two to three hours of sleep, we didn’t mind that we were not out and about in this amazing city.
Dublin really surprised me. It reminds me of Baltimore, Maryland and Venice, Italy mixed together. It is a beautiful, clean, modern, friendly and crowded city with a river through it and bridges to connect one side to the other. I am so fortunate I got to visit, even if it was just for a day. Maybe one day I’ll be back and will get see some awesome Irish castle and kiss the Blarney Stone.