Arriving at Charles de Gaulle Airport |
Decisions, decisions.
Our 30th wedding anniversary
is coming up in November so we thought a special trip might be a fun way to
celebrate. But where in the world to go?
We loved our holiday in
Ireland in 1999 and have always wanted to go back. So, knowing the British Open
would be played in Portrush this summer, I purchased tickets for the final
round almost a year in advance. Clever girl!
Then I discovered there
wasn’t anything – not even a tent – available within two hours of the golf
course. Apparently as soon as the venue was announced ages ago, everything
including broom closets had been snapped up.
So back to the drawing board.
After chatting with our local AAA travel guru Matt in Hendersonville, we decided on a Uniworld Rhone river cruise that included Burgundy and Provence. We booked the 8-day trip on the SS Catherine sailing from Lyon to Avignon, and added two days in Paris to kick it all off.
The Arc was commissioned by Napoleon in 1806 |
48 hours in the City of Light
isn’t much, especially when the first day is clouded by jet lag. But we soldiered
on because our old friend Tim (Chris' former Royal Navy buddy now living in France) had arranged an afternoon
tour of the city. The guys were quite taken with the car, an old Citroen 2CV.
Our guide was knowledgeable but whizzed past things before I had a chance to
say “stop!” (There was a shop downtown that sold nothing but rubber ducks that
sounded very fun. But by the time I expressed interest, we were on the other
side of the city.)
Never mind. I had better luck
the next day when Tim suggested a visit to Montmartre. We started at the Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris (often known
simply as Sacre-Coeur). It sits atop a hill that is the highest point in the
city. The amazing panoramic views have made it second most visited destination after
the Eiffel Tower.
The church is known for its pristine appearance
because of the white stone chosen to build it. The stones come from
Chateau-Landon, which is known for its high content of calcite. The same stones
were used to build the Arc de Triomphe and the Alexandre III bridge. When it
rains, the calcite releases a “bleacher” that keeps the appearance of the
chalky white.
While the guys stopped for a beer in one of the scenic cafes, I wandered down to the foot of Montmartre hill where the original Moulin Rouge was built in 1885. Sadly it burned down in 1915.
Along the way I passed an exhibit about
the works van Gogh created while living in the area, including his scenes of
windmills and garden allotments. From 1872 to 1914, many artists of note lived
and worked in Montmartre including Renoir, Picasso,
Matisse, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec.
Montmartre was also where I
first saw and became fascinated with “love locks." According to my research,
the ritual appeared in Paris over a decade ago after originating in Asia. Parisians
and foreign visitors wrote their names with a love message and the date on a
padlock. They attached the lock to a fence or some other structure, then
threw the key into the Seine, supposedly sealing their love forever.
Beginning in 2015, railings loaded with love locks were removed throughout
the city. It was believed the weight of the locks was causing structures to suffer
damage or even crumble. In fact, one bridge was reportedly covered in locks
weighing a total of 45 tons. More 700,000 keys may be at the bottom of the Seine.
The tower's original red color was applied in the workshop before parts were assembled. |
Speaking of the Seine, the three of us ended the day with a boat
tour on the storied river. I didn’t see any keys, but did spy more locks.
Notre Dame under construction |
The Grand Palais |
On the journey we were treated to gorgeous unobstructed views of Paris landmarks including the
Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral and of course, the Eiffel Tower. It was a
beautiful end to a brief but spectacular glimpse of one of the world’s most
spectacular cities.
Next time! All Aboard. Join us on the Rhone for chateaus,
croissants, roses, wine and more wine! Tres bon!