In beautiful and old Parie

I survived my 12 hour flight to Parie with little trouble – and obediently fell asleep on the plane for 7 hours out of the 12! Arriving in Paris’s Charles De Gaule airport early yesterday, I had my usual excitement kit on when arriving in a new country. Exiting immigration and customs was easy peasy and we seemed to be the only flight arriving at that hour – so no fuss.

Arrived at the hotel near the Jardin de Tullieries in Central Paris in the next 40 mins (morning traffic had already built up at 6.50am!) Did i mention hotel rooms in Parie are teensy weensy? My dear mate Ms. Tan had already fore warned me. Apparently hotels in Parie are smaller than the ones in Japan (i had thought it impossible!)

We were (uncharacteristically) out and about for breakkie at 9am – at this place called Angelina’s (recommended by the Concierge) and had a EUR$60 dollar breakfast. We were oohing and aahing at the conversion rate to RM300 just for croissants, eggs, drinks and buns. Then we stopped ourselves and said “OK, no more converting in our minds!” if we want to enjoy the holiday, that is….

Breakkie

Breakkie

Mouth watering? Angelina's

Mouth watering? Angelina's

We roamed the streets after that, sighing and pointing into shop’s displays at the marvelous and promising wares that these shops had to offer. Just opposite our hotel, we had an Annick Goutal fragrance shop (big one!) and further up was the Palace Vendome. Home to the Ministry of Justice, The Ritz hotel and amazing high end Luxe shops such as Chanel, Van Cleef and Arpels, Bulgari, Chaumet ra ra ra – none of which we had gone into.

Me, still exhilarated over Parie! Palace Vendome looms beyond

Me, still exhilarated over Parie! Palace Vendome looms beyond

Then we strolled down toward the more central shopping area toward Galleries Lafayette and Printemps (like the Harrods of London) and stopped at Repetto where I had marked as my first purchase in Parie! Two pairs of lovely Repetto Ballerina Flats. This brand came recommended by Stena (of HK) and the shop was actually made for real ballerinas and stocked on ballerina outfits and ceiling high shelves of pink ballerina shoes.

Repetto - highly recommended

Repetto - highly recommended

Me, caught red-handed clutching a repetto ballerina flat with a death grip

Me, caught red-handed clutching a repetto ballerina flat with a death grip. Rows behind me full of real ballerina shoes.

We are staying pretty close to the Louvre` where we had walked to after deciding to not waste the sunny day on shopping (gasp!) we headed to take the L’Open Tour bus. Costing EUR$29 per person for the entire day, the bus takes you on a route around the great monumental sites in Paris and you can hop on and off and wait for the next bus – which arrives with deadly precison in timely and are very frequent. On top of the bus, they gave you a set of earphones and you listen to the narration while the bus moves.

My half tinkering with the damn thing - we prolly need a couple more trips to get used to it. Louvre in the distance.

My half tinkering with the damn thing - we prolly need a couple more trips to get used to it. Louvre in the distance.

And the bus moves on with excited (and not so excited) looking tourists on board.

And the bus moves on with excited (and not so excited) looking tourists on board.

We made another stop at Champs Elysees – after catching sight of another famous Parisian monument – the Louis Vuitton builing. It comprised many many storeys and heaps of Asian people. Stuff was indeed cheap as most people had told me in my lifetime. But luckily we didnt go mad and “escaped” with only 2 pairs of shoes and a wallet.

We stopped at the Cathedral Notre Dame, walked about inside, outside and decided we were hungry. Had another EUR$50 meal of sandwiches and soup (may i had, very yummy french onion soup) at where i’m sure is a damn commercialised tourist Bistro. Hopped on the bus again toward the Eiffel tower – where we didnt get off. It was swarmed with ants people at the bottom of the massive structure and heaps of people lining up to go up to the centre and top!

The regal Cathedral Notre Dame

The regal Cathedral Notre Dame

Poor blur shot taken by a tourist lugging around an SLR with the same lens. Ish! In front of Notre Dame.

Poor blur shot taken by a tourist lugging around an SLR with the same lens. Ish! In front of Notre Dame.

Notre Dame on the right, our lunch on the left.

Notre Dame on the right, our lunch on the left.

Inside the cathedral. We noted the ones in Italy were much more beautiful and interesting.

Inside the cathedral. We noted the ones in Italy were much more beautiful and interesting.

The original (or not?) French Onion Soup - all of which was devoured by me. I left behind most of the cheesy and baguette bits inside though.

The original (or not?) French Onion Soup - all of which was devoured by me. I left behind most of the cheesy and baguette bits inside though.

And a round stop view 360 degrees! of the Eiffel tower on the bus.

The Eiffel shimmers in the bright sun. It looks massive from up close.

The Eiffel shimmers in the bright sun. It looks massive from up close.

Ants swarming at its base. Countless humans dot its viewing decks. *Shiver*

Ants swarming at its base. Countless humans dot its viewing decks. *Shiver*

After that, we rode the bus back to Galleries Lafayette and then headed back to the hotel. An eventful day, followed by Din Din at a CHINESE restaurant (eye roll) calle Tse Yang. We overordered as usual, and had a glass of wine (red) with dinner – we were the only Asians there but everyone else had wine so ..when in Rome….a customer even brought her cute Skye Terrier with her to dinner. I think Ron half expected to have dinner at a proper Chinese Duck and Chicken Rice shop (with ducks hanging outside) but No…his fantasy was not fulfilled.

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2 thoughts on “In beautiful and old Parie

  1. Dahling,
    Me so envious of that Repetto!!!! Read it ages ago on Yahoo and wanted one ever since..sigh..lucky you missy!

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