1st Eiffel Tower Slinky?!
Last week we took the stairs instead of the elevator to summit the Iron Lady (much easier to get a reservation, also significantly cheaper!) with the intention of putting the stairs to the slinky test.. did we succeed ?
Mostly no, turns out the stairs are too wide to support Slinky Aerodynamics. However we did find a small portion of a staircase that allowed our sad slinky to slink down a few steps.
Not sure when exactly the Eiffel Tower stair evolution occurred (certainly before the price for a coupe de champagne rose from 10€ (2013) to the current rate of 19€) but I feel like we would have had more successful slinky action on the original staircase still on display. (See comments below)
Can you guess (without cheating!) how many stairs there are to the 1st floor?
It was surprisingly easy to take the stairs, probably because you can take your time and enjoy the increasingly expansive view of Paris below your feet as you climb!
Tour Eiffel
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Here's to drinking bubbly all day and night with good friends during the annual Journée Grand Siècle at the fabulous Château Vaux le Vicomte.
This was my third year participating as a costumed guest and the best one yet!
In addition to carriage rides, a musketeer and falcon show, and demonstrations of baroque dances, this year there were fireworks!
Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte
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5 Year Anniversary
My Notre Dame Inferno Experience: Part 2
I returned home from work on April 15, 2019 at 5pm and laid down for a nap when my phone vibrated. It was a message from my friend Marie-Laure that said “Morgan, did you see? Notre Dame is on fire!”
I didn’t waste a moment.
I grabbed my camera and backpack, and hopped on my bike. I live fairly close to the cathedral and I saw a huge pillowing smoke cloud as I flew down the side streets.
I wanted to get as close as possible, so I immediately went to the quai de l’Archevêché on the south side of the cathedral. Police were half heartedly stopping people from going down to the river level, but I pushed my way through and waited under the bridge.
I’ll never forget that half hour I was down there, no one could believe what they were seeing. Many people were silently crying, tears streaming down their faces. There weren’t so many of us down below, but crowds began to gather above us.
We all were bracing for the spire to fall and when it did, I could feel a rush of heat.
I waited for a deafening after shock, certain crumbling walls would follow.
But it never came.
Only the constant noise of sirens and the buzz of hundreds of low voices expressing shock remained. The police seemed to jump into action when the spire fell and now we were evacuated to the upper sidewalk.
I walked around for the next several hours, focusing more on the people than the cathedral itself. Choruses sang songs of hope, prayers were being chanted. Every once in awhile I’d cross someone hysterically crying or groups of people holding each other sobbing.
I headed towards the Pont de la Tournelle to seek out the statue of Geneviève, the Patron Saint of Paris. According to legend, her prayer chain saved the city from attack 1,500 years ago and if anyone could save Notre Dame tonight it would be her and the crowds of people there praying on the bridge at her feet.
The evening couldn’t have been more beautiful, a
Smells like .. a UTI and Nutella?
Can't say I've ever seen a husking harpist in my 10 years in Paris, but this guy got all my spare change!
There is a whimsical antique shop right around the corner from me that I'm always drawn to enter when I pass by .
Today I came across some hauntingly beautiful orphaned portraits from yesteryear. I see these frequently in Paris at markets and I fantasize about reuniting them eith current relatives, however unfortunately they are usually anonymous.
I started collecting them a few years ago after reading "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children". While I haven't found any truly creepy ones yet, I do find traces of relativity and shares common ground among these antique faces from another time long gone.
Stay tuned!
Spring is in the air! Also, tear gas.
RUE SAINT DENIS
For a first time tourist, this OG street can be scarier than seeing an erect dolphin pen*s at SeaWorld- but once you look past the prostitutes and sketchy storefronts with knock off Nike's, you can appreciate this Paris Rue for keepin' it real for 2,000 some years.
Even after ten years here in Franceland, unexpected moments like this don’t pass by unappreciated.
Café terraces aren't the only sanctuary where you can rest your tired feet and watch the world pass on by.
Here's my tribute to the iconic public benches of Paris, as well as a few creative substitutions- because anything's a bench if you are willing to sit on it right?
Latin Quarter Mystery Well ?
Le Pantalon Bar
7 rue Royer-Collard Paris 75005
An institution amongst the Latin Quarter student crowds- this retro cool, grungy pub hides a mysterious well that not many people seem to notice..
I tried researching when it might date from, but couldn't find much info other than this used to be the location of a "house of ill repute" and students from l'école des beaux-arts are responsible for the frescos and a few other randomly delightful works of art that cover the walls..
The barman was busy while I was here last night, so if anyone knows anything, I'd love to find more info!
Paris Street Châtaignes
Chestnuts roasting on a ... ?
I love Paris Street food but can't say I've ever been tempted by these hot shopping cart nutz..