We had some trouble with wifi during our time in Florence so we fell behind on our blogging.  Shockingly a 500 year old building  – next to what once was a women’s prison (more on that later) had spotty coverage.

Tourism took over and we are now back to “real life” in Calgary. Not wanting to leave our audience mid-story, the rest of our trip will be blogged as quickly as we can get to it.  Clearly, touring 3 countries in 23 days plus running a real-time blog was a bit ambitious.

Now, that we are back online, I am taking you back to Paris…

As you might imagine, there are endless museum choices throughout Paris and the Paris Museum Pass, while pricey, is your best friend for line hopping. Before we left, lots of advice and suggestions were made about which museums were a “must see”. For Cecily, Musee d”Orsay  and the Musee Rodin were top of this list. For Astrid, time spend in this historic Musee du Louvre was important. We also searched out Napoleon’s Tomb to begin the “I see dead people” Instagram series that tracked the various graves and tombs of significant people in European history who crossed our paths.

It would take hours to talk about each of these museums and this blog post – with lots of photos – is far too long as it is. Each museum offered amazing exhibits, and each had some “key works” that we wanted to see – like all the other tourists did – up close and personal. Here is a summary of those four- Musee du Louvre, Musee d’Orsay, Musee Rodin and Eglise du Dome Church at the Hotel des Invalides where Napolean’s tomb rests.

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Musee de Louvre:

The Musee du Louvre apparently has one of the largest – and some might argue – most important art collections in the world.  Its been around for centuries and it is fricken huge!  There are more than 35,000 works of art displayed in this museum.  Its history is long and complicated but the short version is that through the centuries kings and emperors all wanted to build upon and enlarge the space.

It seems it was Francois I that built the Renaissance style building and is also thought to have started the Louvre’s collection with 12 stolen italian works, including the Mona Lisa. Its glory days were in the 17th century (Louis XIV) who loved the arts and this is when works by Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael and Titian were added.  Even Napoleon – known for the worst eye for art of any French leader in history – also added to the collection that was looted during his years of victory. In recent years a glass pyramid structure was built to serve as the entrance to the museum (photos below), which apparently and unsurprising became quite controversial.

For us, knowing it was more than we could ever see in one trip – and knowing about 30,000 visit the galleries each day – we make a napkin list of highlights and set forth.

The Portrait of the Mona Lisa – the word on the street is that it is tiny and, yes, that is true, but it was larger than I expected. You always hear it is the size of a postage stamp. I’d say its more like the size of a small poster. What is truly unfortunate about seeing her is the crowd. There are so many people crowded around that the routine is basically politely (we are Canadian after all) shove your way through the hoards of people until you are close enough to the exhibit, take your selfie and then quickly admire this classic painting before someone shoves you out-of-the-way. Photographs of such well-known works of art are also problematic because the art is often encased in a plexiglass because the general public cannot be trusted not to touch or otherwise attempt to destroy them.  But, on the artistic bucket list, this one now has a check mark.

Venus de Milo – was found in 1820 on the Greek island of Milo and named on this island where it was discovered.  According to our friends at Wikipedia – it is an ancient Greek statue and one of the most famous works of ancient Greek sculpture. Created sometime between 130 and 100 BC, it is believed to depict Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty (Venus to the Romans). It is a marble sculpture, slightly larger than life-size at 203 cm (6 ft 8 in) high. The arms and original plinth were lost following its discovery. From an inscription that was on its plinth, it is thought to be the work of Alexandros of Antioch; earlier, it was mistakenly attributed to the master sculptor Praxiteles. It is currently on permanent display at the Louvre Museum in Paris.

Winged Victory of Samothrace – Likely my favourite of the three, perched atop a staircase and flooded in daylight, it is also called the Nike of Samothrace. It as described as a 2nd-century BC marble sculpture of the Greek goddess NIke (Victory).  Since 1884, it has been prominently displayed at the Louvre and is one of the most celebrated sculptures in the world. As a side note, how many of you knew that Nike translated into “Victory” (other than Amy Tam-Naulty)….hands please? I thought so…

Wikipedia  also tells us that The Winged Victory of Samothrace, discovered in 1863, is estimated to have been created around 200–190 BC. It is 8 feet (2.44 metres) high. It was created to not only honor the goddess, Nike, but to honor a sea battle. It conveys a sense of action and triumph as well as portraying artful flowing drapery, as though the goddess was descending to alight upon the prow of a ship. Modern excavations suggest that the Victory occupied a niche above a theater and also suggest it accompanied an altar that was within view of the ship monument of Demetrius I Poliorcetes (337–283 BC).

Rendered in grey and white Thasian and Parian marble, the figure originally formed part of the Samothrace temple complex dedicated to the Great gods, Megaloi Theoi. It stood on a rostral pedestal of gray marble from Lartos representing the prow of a ship (most likely a trihemiolia), and represents the goddess as she descends from the skies to the triumphant fleet. Before she lost her arms, which have never been recovered, Nike’s right arm is believed to have been raised, cupped round her mouth to deliver the shout of Victory. The work is notable for its convincing rendering of a pose where violent motion and sudden stillness meet, for its graceful balance and for the rendering of the figure’s draped garments, compellingly depicted as if rippling in a strong sea breeze.  The statue’s outstretched right-wing is a symmetric plaster version of the original left one.

As with the arms, the figure’s head has never been found, but various other fragments have since been found: in 1950, a team led by Karl Lehmann unearthed the missing right hand of the Louvre’s Winged Victory. The fingerless hand had slid out of sight under a large rock, near where the statue had originally stood; on the return trip home, Dr Phyllis Williams Lehmann identified the tip of the Goddess’s ring finger and her thumb in a storage drawer at the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna, where the second Winged Victory is displayed; the fragments have been reunited with the hand,^[6] which is now in a glass case in theLouvre next to the podium on which the statue stands.

For more on the Louvre Museum, visit: http://www.louvre.fr/en

The controversial pyramid entrance at the Louvre – excited and ready to tackle the crowds
  The Winged Victory of Samothrace

The swarms of tourists trying to get a shot of the Portrait of the Mona Lisa. Smart phones, SLRs and Selfie’s abound. #donttouchme

C’est Moi!

We took a moment to sit in the hallway outside the area where the Mona Lisa was hung, partly to brace ourselves for the crowds. We also wanted to sit quietly and watch this artist at work!

Astrid is a big fan of Egyptian history so we also spent time in that wing of the museum. Here she is trying to replicate a statue’s pose.  Not unlike how we all at some point in our lives have tried to “Vogue…”

Musee D’Orsay:

By far, this was the museum – across the entire trip – I was most exited to see, well, other than the Catacombs of Paris (more on that to come).  Several people told me that if there was only one museum we visited in Paris, this should be the one. The building was originally a train station and has a huge clock tower right in its centre. There are apparently also bee hives on the roof (which we did not happen to see). It is well-known for its amazing collection on Impressionists works.  Also, a welcome surprise was a fourth floor exhibit of works for furniture. We are both amidst some home renovations & decorating so it was a fun space to imagine how each of intriguing and unusual pieces of furniture might fit into our respective decor schemes.

According to the museum’s website “the museum building was originally a railway station, Gare d’Orsay, constructed for theChemin de Fer de Paris à Orléans and finished in time for the 1900 Exposition Universelle to the design of three architects: Lucien Magne, Émile Bénard and Victor Laloux. It was the terminus for the railways of southwestern France until 1939. The national museum of the Musée d’Orsay opened to the public on 9 December 1986 to show the great diversity of artistic creation in the western world between 1848 and 1914. It was formed with the national collections coming mainly from three establishments:”

• from the Louvre museum, for the works of artists born after 1820 or coming to the fore during the Second Republic;
• from the Musée du Jeu de Paume, which since 1947 had been devoted to Impressionism;
• and lastly from the National Museum of Modern Art, which, when it moved in 1976 to the Centre Georges Pompidou, only kept works of artists born after 1870.

But each artistic discipline represented in the Musée d’Orsay collections has its own history, which you can dig into on their website at: http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/history-of-the-collections/home.html

Major sculptors includes François Rude, Jules Cavelier, Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Auguste Rodin, Paul Gauguin, Camille Claudel,Sarah Bernhardt and Honoré Daumier.

There are far too many amazing sculptures, paintings and artists to mention them all but some well know pieces – The Birth of Venus, Blue Water Lilies, Starry Night over the Rhone, Apples and Oranges as well as The Card Players (Cezanne), a self-portrait by Vincent Van Gogh, The Circus, (Sevrat), The painting family, The sick child (Carriere) and the Luncheon on the Grass.

As luck would have it for us, a small exhibit of Picasso’s work is also on display until June 2015 – (citing http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/overview/actualites/the-museum-in-motion.html#c84991).

The Femme en vert (Dora) [Woman in Green, Dora]painting by Pablo Picasso

This exceptional loan from the Fondation Beyeler provides a dramatic conclusion, in contrast with the works presented in the Impressionist gallery.  Fifty years elapsed between this portrait produced by Pablo Picasso in February 1944, representing in all likelihood his companion Dora Maar, and La femme à la cafetière [Woman with a Coffeepot] by Cézanne.

Nevertheless, many aspects of this canvas are reminiscent of Cézanne’s artwork: the portrait, based on the aspect ratio of volumes, is treated as a still life, recalling his predecessor’s desire to “treat nature through cylinders, spheres and cones”.  Towards the end of the war, Picasso turned once again to Cézanne, whom he declared to be his role model for his Cubist years.

On the ground floor, visitors can admire Picasso’s works thanks to a long-term loan granted by a private collector.

Displayed in the room devoted to Parisian lifestyle (ground floor, room 10), The Absinthe Drinker (1901) hangs alongside scenes of entertainment, dance halls, brothels, portraits by Toulouse-Lautrec, Boldini and Anquetin, and once again reveals the fascination that bohemian Paris held for so many painters at the end of the 19th century. It is also a unique opportunity for visitors to compare this absinthe drinker by Picasso with that of Degas displayed in the Impressionist gallery.

For more: http://www.aviewoncities.com/paris/garedorsay.htm

The main hall of Musee D’Orsay

Our Selfie with the Self-portrait (1889) by Vincent van Gogh

Behind the clock tower of the former train station that houses Musee D’Orsay

 Pablo Picasso Femme en vert (Dora)

  Light and dark – the Musee D’Orsay clock

Realizing we’ve just spend hours in this museum, decided it was time to book it to our next museum.

Musee Rodin:

By comparison to Versaille, Musee de Louvre and even Musee D’Orsay, the Musee Rodin is quite small. But, it was also on my list of things to see in Paris.  There are three main highlights of this visit – the gardens of the Rodin, where sculptures are nestled amongst the trees, flowers and grassy sections, hotel within which the museum is situated and the chapel.

The Hôtel Biron is in the style of rocaille architecture and the entire space (gardens included) is nearly three hectares. Hosts about 700,000 visitors every year. It opened to the public in August 1919 housed in a mansion, formerly called the Hôtel Peyrenc de Moras, now called Hôtel Biron, built between 1727 and 1732 and houses about 300 works.

There are 8 key pieces of Rodin’s work in the Garden, many such as The Thinker and The Gates of Hell are well-known – and have stood in place since 1929 when the museum opened.  Adam and The Shade, The Age of Bronze and Eve surround the reflecting pool and in another section, The Three Shades is displayed.

The gallery inside the former hotel hold many famous works and I was overwhelmed to see many “in person”.  According to the museum’s website, “for Auguste Rodin, working with a living, breathing model was essential—it enabled him to study the anatomy, facial expressions, and personality of his subject. When he hired models to pose for him, he asked them to move freely in the studio and was most inspired by their unguarded, unrestrained movements. In his portraits of political figures, writers, and artists, Rodin took measurements of their heads and studied their neck and shoulders. Some individuals were uncomfortable with this scrutiny, but Rodin’s aim was to understand and know his subjects intimately so that he could convey their character.Rodin’s portraits were prized in his lifetime for their vitality and honesty, and they continue to offer fascinating insights into his working practice. The works on view include such renowned subjects as Honoré de Balzac and Victor Hugo, the women in Rodin’s life including Rose Beuret and Camille Claudel, and several works that haven’t been exhibited for many years.”

Key works on display are the larger than life bronze doors inspired by Dante’s Divine Comedy, The Kiss, and a smaller version of sculpture “The Thinker” found outside in the garden.

For more on Rodin, visit: http://www.musee-rodin.fr/en/museum/musee-rodin-paris

Recreating the pose – “The Thinker” and “The Geologist”

Le Penseur 1903

Monument a Victor Hugo (dit du Palis Royal)

Overthinking?

Eglise du Dome Church at the Hotel des Invalides:

We end this phase of museum hopping at Napoleon’s tomb. I’ll be honest, retaining all this history on this is a challenge so I’m dipping into the Google.

According to http://www.paris-france.me.uk/napoleon’s_tomb.htm Napoleon’s Tomb is located in the central crypt of the Eglise du Dome Church at the Hotel des Invalides, which is situated on the Esplanade des Invalides, within the 7th Arrondissement, in the city of Paris. The remains of the emperor, inside the sarcophagus, are protected by six concentric coffins, built from different materials, including mahogany, ebony, and oak, all one inside the other. It was also the start of our “I see dead people” instagram photo series.  Started by accident, but a highlight of our goofy online documentation.

On May 5th 1821, Napoleon died on the island of St Helena, where he had been in exile since 1815. He was buried in the Geranium valley. His remains rested there until October 15th 1840. In 1840 his remains were exhumed and brought to Paris, under the instructions of Louis-Philippe, who demanded that the English return the emperor to French soil. A state funeral was held, and the remains laid to rest in St Jerome’s Chapel. The remains were moved in 1861 when the tomb was completed.

The tomb is crafted in red porphyry, and placed on a green granite base (GEOLOGY ALERT!), it is circled by a crown of laurels with inscriptions, which act as reminders of the empires great victories. In the round gallery is a series of low relief, sculptures by Simart. A statue of the emperor, bearing the imperial emblems, is located at the back of the crypt.

As a spoiler alert – we trudged through many more museums in the Alps and Italy so – wait for it – that excitement is still to come!

Writers footnote: some facts used in this blog were taken from and are credited to: Paris: AMA Spiral Guides, Wikipedia and any websites cited within our blog. 

I See Dead People – Napleon’s Tomb.

This might have been one of my first questions as Astrid and I began to prepare our luggage and packing options for this trip.  

While I am capable of packing light, often the draw of creature comforts and “options” for fashion in my luggage overpowers the need for minimalism. Though, for this trip, knowing it was a serious “you pack it, you carry it” expedition, there was a greater desire to get things right.

In recent years my destinations of choice have not required such luggage and the evolution of the roller bag has served me just fine. 

However, it is not like I haven’t travelled with a backpack before. I was probably about 12 (grade 7, maybe?) when I got my first pack. My dad likely bought it at MEC, a Canadian institution for outdoor-zee folks. It was brown with a nice comfy waist belt and was well suited for my camping gear, sleeping bag, and clothes. I recall using this pack mostly for Guide camp, but I know I also used it on a couple trips along the West Coast Trail. 

For those who know my family, you’ll know that when we camped as kids it was pretty hard core. For example, only when the river reaches your tent flaps, and you can’t move it back further into the woods, is it time to go home. (trip to San Joseph’s Bay with the Loucks family) 

And, during the time we spent on the WCT, well, that was a whole other level of organization and minimalism. We brought a tarp and bivey sacks for sleeping (tents and sleeping bags were heavy and bulky) and I’m pretty sure we had our food down to a science as far as how many crackers, slices of salami and apples would been required to feed us well, but ensure we didn’t bring a single item of food back out of the trail. I suspect that “master” food and supply list is still in the Dobson camping arsenal and the next generation will soon be using it themselves.

In those days, it was “pack in, pack out”, but at an extreme level on the WCT – there were no bathrooms, no campsites, no trash bins and no communication technology to help you. 

Today, there are reservations required to hike the trail, bins and bathrooms strategically and subtly placed and cell phones to call for help (if service permits). But back in the day, you could literally hike for days and see no one, so if you didn’t like who you were with, well, tough luck. Your only other companion option might be a bear sniffing at the tree trunk where you’ve flung your food bag over a high branch for the night.

For this trip, I trotted down to “Out There”, a Calgary-based outdoors shop on Stephen Avenue. Based on their website, they were the place in town I would most likely find a huge pack of 85L, our desired size for this trip. The staff were awesome and within minutes I was ready to take flight with my blue Osprey pack. It fit well and the well-padded belt would be ideal for absorbing all that travel weight. A grey rain cover for foul weather finished things off and I was ready to start packing.

This time around, the challenge was less about the twenty some-odd days we would be on the road (sinks make wonderful laundry facilities); rather the variety of climates we would hit along the way. And, layers can only take you so far. When you are at 12,700 or so feet, an insulated jacket, toque and gloves are absolutely necessary and in a downpour in Zermatt or Chamonix, boy are you glad for a Gortex jacket and a fleece lined hoodie. As we make our way towards Italy these items will be shoved into the bottom of the pack and summer dresses, shorts and tank tops will hopefully get their time in the sun.

Astrid, on the other hand, is a veteran backpacker and valuable resource for me in how to pack for a backpack. She has spent a tremendous amount of time backpacking in many locations around the world – in the Canadian Rockies, throughout Europe; along the shores of the East Coast of Canada and throughout Australia and New Zealand. She has it down – sealable space saving bags, heavy weight on the bottom, little pouches for all the bits and pieces and a spot for all her many, many maps.

Our large packs are complemented by a day pack each that we wear on our front between rail lines and hotels and also serve for some day outings. In place of a city handbag we each have a handy leather cross-over bag. In this case, my Canadian Roots bag is the well-travelled one and shows the wear and tear of my many adventures. On this trip alone, it went for a little bath in a rainwater downstream sidewalk cavity while we were having lunch in Paris. Soaked right through, it dried quickly and there is not a stain to be had.

Astrid’s Derek Alexander bag was new for the trip. Fits all her necessities and has achieved its first adventure story – a small series of scratches on one side courtesy of the catacombs in Paris.

 

  
We have done well on this trip by way of not over acquiring too much too early, though as we do pick up small items the bags are starting to fill and get heavier. My problem seems to be that I buy little bags and boxes of treats and shove them in, creating weight. Astrid on the other hand, knows better, and consumes all that chocolate she buys as we go.

Where we may find ourselves in a bit of trouble is when we reach Italy. If history repeats itself, I many find myself overwhelmed by choices in the Italian leather markets and dreaming through windows at leather shoes. It will be at this point where our true backpacker spirit will be needed, but one can bet these urban girls are going to need a great bag to bring home…

Well, that headline is not exactly true, but I do enjoy a good Journey lyric when I can slip one in. In fact, this blog is about our travels by train from Paris to Chamonix. Yes, we are a bit behind in our story telling (and perhaps even a bit out of sequence) but please stay with us.

Travel into Chamonix is not all that simply. Yes, you can drive, but we are traveling as warriors of the rails so we spent time trying to sort out the various train routes, rail stations under construction and transfer points to find the best way there that had an element of fun to it.

Finally, we discovered something that seemed like a fun little adventure – an overnight sleeper train that left at 11 pm and arrived in St. Gervais at around 8:45 am the next day. From St. Gervais, we were to take a local train that brought us into Chamonix a little before 10 am.  

So, we booked two bunks in a berth that slept six for a value price of forty euros per person, quite a bargain compared to our Paris hotel rate that we had just paid up.

We piled into our bottom bunks, settled our backpacks at the foot of our beds and within minutes the berth door was closed, the blinds we pulled and it was “lights out”, clearly sleeper car etiquette is no joke.  

We slept well through the night, the train winding along its route and occasionally I heard the wheels screeching against the tracks.  It stopped about three times before St. Gervais – first in Annecy where we lost two bunk-mates and then again in two unremarkable towns along the countryside.

While we later learned from friends – who didn’t even know this train route existed – that there is a train that goes via Geneva, with a bus transfer into Chamonix that takes about 3 hrs (versus the 11 hours we treked) . They were a bit bemused by our preferred travel path, but we agreed that half the fun was the adventure of riding the rails and a restless sleep on the tiny little bunks. Well worth it and certainly an adventure we would do again. 

               

When we decided to go to Chamonix, a lot of thought was put into our route. For those who don’t know, Chamonix is a small valley town in the French Alps well populated by extreme skiers, accomplished mountaineers and a wide variety of other outdoor enthusiasts. In early May, it is awash in spring-like blue and green colours that reminded me of the west coast of Vancouver Island.  While we did enjoy rain and snow during our visit, the day we arrived the sun beamed down from a flawless blue sky and the temperature had risen to a balmy 22 degrees celcius. And, being inter-season, we pretty much had full run of the place as everyone has fled town.

First, a little history … it was first visited by a couple of young English aristocrats – a guy named William Windham and another dude named Richard Pocock in 1741. News spread across Europe and suddenly like a high school party in a small town on a Friday night, a whole whack of rich British tourists were flocking to see the mysterious Mer de Glacé (of which Astrid will provide a full geological run-down on shortly).

In the 1770’s it seems hotels cropped up and folks began to climb the massif. The conquest of Mont Blanc by Jacques Balmat and Michel Gabriel Paccard demystified the peaks and that was it for the lovely small mountain town – it had arrived. 

A first luxury hotel was built in 1816, followed by the construction of the little Montenvers train in 1908. Of course, once roads and rail infrastructure were established things really got rolling, literally. Apparently, a carriage road between Chamonix and Geneva was built during the reign of Napoleon III and the railway in 1901. 

The first Winter Olympics were held in Chamonix in 1924. This led to massive construction of ski lifts and cable cars all through the valley region including Glacier and Planpraz, Brevent, Flegere and the epic Aiguille du Midi, visiting which was a trip highlight for us and is pretty much indescribable (though Astrid will take a run at it geologically as well) in its sheer scale and natural beauty. It’s amazing to think I have friends who simply “pop up” there with their skis on weekends or careful trek the Mount Blanc side for a mountaineering adventure.  I am constantly in awe of those who blend themselves so seemlessly into this raw and exhilarating natural environment. Simple spectacular.

Back down in the village itself, Chamonix has an interesting array of building architectural styles which for building geeks sort of bounce between Art Deco, farmhouses, chalets and more modern structures. We stayed at a hotel that was a 100 year old mansion, that had been renovated in recent years. I was hopeful for a resident ghost, alas no one has appeared during our time here. The hotel itself has all the wonderful creature comforts of home – spectacular mountain views, world class dining, a pool, spa and hot tub to soak in while we stare up at the massive peaks and the pink sky fading into darkness.  It has been a great place to relax and recharge after a very hectic schedule in Paris.

Some of our followers may know that I have a good friend who lives in Geneva, though his job requires him to spend much of his time travelling the world and he spends his time playing in the mountains of Chamonix. We figured we had a fifty-fifty shot we would be able to cross paths and happily we were able to do so.  Our evenings in Chamonix were a wonderful time to catch up over good food and conversation and we are very appreciative of his exceptional hospitality! The first night we hit a local spot for a good, light wine and a wonderful fondue. Unfortunately, our excitement and loud North American voices resulted in an annoyed woman at the next table basically asking us in French to “shush” us as she “couldn’t hear herself think.” While he was gracious to the cranky old lady,  he and I both wondered – in retrospect – if the screaming child two tables over was also given the same lecture.  Following dinner we enjoyed a few cocktails by the light of a candelabra in le Cave, a cool stone hideaway inside a local bar down the street. No, nothing caught on fire while we were there.

The second night, we were fortunate to be included in dinner with a collection of his local friends, who were all so very gracious and welcoming to us over pizza and a suspiciously frothy red table wine. We learned a lot more about local life in Chamonix and the history of the British in the region, as many were Brits themselves. I, having seemingly lived a sheltered life suddenly, was also was introduced to a couple of delicious after dinner delights – a Grappa, which is made from the fleshy pulp of the grapes which are extracted during the wine making process and then fermented and Genepi, which is basically like absinthe and both were quite delicious. Mind you, if you Google “Genepi” (or Genepy in French), you might also learn that this word is also used to refer to alpine plants of the genus Artemisia (otherwise known as wormwood) that provides the liquer’s flavour, colour and effect.

Our days were spent exploring the hotel and “town”. In fact, while leaving the hotel on our second day I found a set of car keys to a Mercedes and a passport. We turned these into the front desk without a second thought. While relaxing before dinner we were greeted by a knock at our hotel room door and a bellman arrived with a bottle of champagne and some treats “compliments of hotel mangement”. Did I mention how much we love the hotel? One day heavy rain turned to snow so we enjoyed a much needed lazy morning at the hotel before venturing out to wander the downtown streets, do a little shopping and hit up another “geological hotspot” – the museum of minerals, which no surprise to me, our local friends had never heard of. Astrid was giddy!

The only downside to our timing with visiting in inter season is that many hiking trails and some of the most beautiful gorges in France  were not yet open and a few things like the glacier cave and some other lifts were not open for us to explore. What this leg of the trip has done, has opened our eyes to one of the most beautiful places and now we have a starter list for our next visit. Hopefully our friends will keep the Genepy ready for our return. 

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A little known fact about Astrid and I is that we are both born on the eleventh day, one month apart of the same year. Strangely we have several other good friends who are also born on the eleventh so we coined ourselves the “eleven sisters”. So, when we decided to go to Paris, we agreed we would celebrate our birthdays “eleven sister” style.

Our choice was a night at the Moulin Rouge. The area of Paris where the theatre sits was awash in neon lights and crowded patios – a side of Paris we had not yet seen.

The theatre was full of sparkle and completely over the top – with a crazy show, wild guests, dinner and champagne. It was exactly as you might imagine – feathers, glow in the dark sequences, men in pirate and clown costumes, and topless lip syncing. They weren’t great dancers. But really, none of that could distract from a fun birthday celebration in the City of Light.

We exited the theatre to find a wild and unruly man being carried off by police with a large black hood over his head to a nearby waiting police wagon. The crowd was spilling all around this chaos.  A fitting end to a wild show.
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While we have gotten off to a slow start with our blogging, we have certainly been busy sightseeing and have lots of stories to tell. Our flight over from Calgary was uneventful (thanks to Gravol and wine) and we have settled into our hotel, three blocks from the Arc De Triomphe.

The hotel was a recommendation from a Parisian colleague of mine and is situated in a fun, urban area. We are on the fourth floor of five, overlooking le Rue. The street is complete with a fromagiere, a butcher and a chocolatier. The decor is spectacular! #understatement

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