The Kissing Chef

OK, second blog post for the day, but its our last night in Paris and our dinner just now was magical.

Went to a place down the road called La Ravigote that our hotel had recommended, but when we got to the front door they were closed (we were pretty early for dinner here, 6.50pm). As we turned to walk further down the street, we heard a voice calling behind us, a short man carrying half a dozen baguettes came bounding down the street. He was the chef, and opened up for us. We struggled with French, he struggled with English, but he was so incredibly friendly we immediately knew we were in for a great night. He’s this guy in the video:

We didn’t know what to order so went with the cheerful chef’s suggestions, Marthese had a stunning garlic ravioli followed by an amazing vegetable casserole. I had an interesting entree of terrine and assorted meat spreads, but then an out of control duck dish that I will dream of tonight. Oh and awesome wine – we wanted just one glass but ended up with most of a bottle.

The chef was delightful. As we left he saw us out to the front door, we all expressed our gratitude and compliments, he wished us well on our travels and kissed us both on each cheek. I don’t know if he does that for everyone, but he made our night. Wish we were here a little longer to visit this place again.

Funny how delicious food and a wonderful host can become a highlight of an already awesome trip. Also – wine is good.

Louvre Love

The Louvre is ridiculous. The idea that it is the largest museum on the planet didn’t really register with me until I walked 30 mins to reach a single artwork. And I already want to go back again.

Marthese and I got to the underground entrance 30 mins before opening time, avoiding the pouring rain and the imminent crowds. As we were some of the first to be let in, exploring the early rooms using Rock Steves’ audio tour was surreal – it felt like we were all alone in this huge museum! We couldn’t believe we were alone at the Venus de Milo and could actually pose with it!

Soon enough the crowds made their way in and the audio tour took us through some of the worst of it, but it was still an excellent overview that took us to some of the best pieces ranging from Ancient Greek & Roman originals, to Renaissance paintings by the masters of the era, and upto post-Revolution French works. Paintings by Raphael & Veronese, sculptures by Michelangelo, and some awesome and significant works by the other ninja turtle – Leonardo DaVinci.

Mona Lisa Paparazzi

DaVinci’s paintings were a highlight, although the crowd around the Mona Lisa was a little unbearable. If the size of the famous portrait seems somewhat underwhelming, the rooms next door feature absolutely massive French works including the Coronation of Napolean (where he grabbed the crown from the Pope and placed it on his own head) and one of my favourites, the Raft of Medusa.

Tez in front of Napolean’s coronation

Once again, we would recommend the Rick Steves audio tour, we covered some of the best pieces in the museum in less than 2 hours! After this Marthese had her fill and trotted off home to leave me with my Nintendo 3DS to continue exploring the Louvre using the 3DS’ official Louvre Guide.

The 3DS worked well as an art and commentary resource, but was most effective at being a locative tool – showing you what room you were in, what art was around you, and how to get to where you need to go. You can also rent them at the Louvre – fancier bigger ones than the one I have 😦

I explored the remarkable Ancient Egyptian collection which gave an insight into everyday Egyptian life as well as the burial customs of its nobility. Then discovered antiquities of Byzantine origin, sculptures and religious artefacts from throughout French history, and a fairly exhaustive overview of European art history with some major names and significant pieces blurring into one big mess in my head. Thankfully I can revisit the 3DS app when I want a refresher.

When the battery in my 3DS died, I wept a little, but saw it as a sign to leave the old palace. I skipped over to the Musee de l’Orangerie, avoiding the huge puddles left by the recent downpour, and was soon sitting restfully on a bench admiring Monet’s huge water lily paintings. This tranquil moment was a great antidote to my previous zig-zagging through the Louvre. After briefly enjoying some more impressionist art elsewhere in the building, I headed home for our final Parisian dinner.

An amazing experience, and I truly hope to visit the Louvre again one day. Or maybe 3 or 4 days.

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Paris makes a good impressionist

Last night Marthese and I pretended we were young and ventured into the Paris evening. We started with a lovely dinner at a French restaurant and then settled on the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower with hundreds of other tourists and Paris locals enjoying picnics and bottles of champagne. As we brushed aside hustlers thrusting alcohol bottles in our faces, the sun slowly sank behind the tower, until we could eventually see the (surprisingly) tasteful lighting the tower receives of an evening. Very romantic, despite the fact the sky refused to darken until after 10pm. The days are long here in Paris.

A visit to the Musee d’Orsay was on the cards today, and Marthese and I took lessons from Rick Steves on neo-classical, impressionist, and post-impressionist art. The huge building used to be a train station and was refreshingly bright and easy to move around despite the crowds. Monet, Cezanne, Manet, Degas, Renoir – all had a plethora of works on display. There were a few Van Gogh’s on show too, but some of his major works seem to be temporarily exhibited elsewhere. Marthese was fairly excited at seeing the originals of works she’d had postcards of as a child, and we both discovered the cool sculptural works of Rodin and got a little into the soap opera of his love affair with his apprentice that ended with her in the madhouse. (No photos allowed, so not many pics, but just as well, was a treat to just enjoy the art.)

The weather drizzled a little, finally, and my attempt to break into the closed Musee de l’Orangarie was unsuccessful, so we shopped a while in the cool (but touristy) arcade below the Louvre.

We have a very French evening planned – we just booked tickets to watch the American film X-Men: Days of Future Past (with French subtitles of course). Au revoir.

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The Historic Heart of Paris

Another sun scorched day in Paris – apparently bad weather is coming but we’ve yet to see a hint of it. Took advantage of the sun and did a historic walk through the very centre of Paris, using Rick Steves’ excellent audio tour. This area of town had a lot more pedestrian streets and a surprising abundance of parks – an excellent place to stay especially if in town for only a few days.

First stop – the Cathedral of Notre Dame. What the building lacked in hunchbacks it made up for in definitive Gothic architecture – this is the building that started the movement and it did it with style!

We then left the small island that houses the cathedral, an island that has been at the very centre of Paris for over 2000 years, and headed to the left bank to see remnants of Medieval architecture, some interesting cultural icons like a famous bookshop that houses aspiring writers and first published James Joyce’s Ulysses (Shakespeare and Co), and explored the Latin Quarter, named after its roots in University culture, not a tendency towards all things Latino. In the same quarter we ate our very first French crepes (delicious!! Marthese opted for Nutella Crepe for desert, of course.)

We returned to the island to visit St Chappelle – a medieval church we hadn’t heard of but an absolute must-visit! The place felt so warm compared to Notre Dame, with its remarkably huge stained glass window panels. A real marvel.

Right next door to St Chappelle is Paris’ major courthouse which is still in use, and was used to pass down fatal rulings following the French Revolution.

And right next door to that is the Conciergerie, one of the older palaces in Paris that was converted into a prison during the reign of the major kings and then used to imprison kings and nobility following the revolution. There is a reconstruction of Marie-Antoinette’s cell, a stark contrast to her gardens of fantasy that we visited yesterday.

Finally we ended the tour on the Pont Neuf, France’s oldest standing bridge, and a great place to sit and watch the river Seine and ponder Paris’ vast history. Or just sit in the sun with your new wife.

Tez and I then parted ways – she to H & M, where she had much shopping success, and me to a couple of extra museums.

The Cluny Museum is a medieval building that displays a bunch of medieval artefacts – lots of Christian art and such. Some of the notable items were original stained-glass pieces from St Chappelle that you could look at up close, the decapitated heads of biblical kings from the Notre Dame cathedral following the rampage of some over-enthusiastic revolutionaries, and some very fancy tapestry work that seem to imply that Unicorns are real and they’re French. I enjoyed the visit, but I would not call it an essential destination.

The Pompidou, however, was awesome. A strange inside-out building that features Paris’ Museum of Modern Art, I’m glad I found time to squeeze it in. The modern art exhibition was extensive – hundreds of epic 20th century artworks spanning multiple art movements and art-forms on a single level. Works by Picasso, Kandinsky, Bacon, Duchamp, Dali, Pollock are exhibited alongside works of far lesser known artists, even literally unknown artists, but all form a strong impression of a period or movement. It was totally engrossing and overwhelming at the same time. I found some surprising and inspiring works by people I’d not heard of before (like Matta and Kertesz) that I’m keen to follow up on.

Sadly the contemporary art exhibition is closed for the next month, and I was too tired to visit any of the temporary exhibitions.

Returned to my wife. We’re hopefully off to some sort of fancy dinner tonight. Should be fun!

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Epic Versailles

We found the rude people in France. They’re the tourists.

We moved forward our visit to the famous Palace of Versailles to avoid some potential bad weather this week, but visiting the attraction on a Sunday is not the wisest move. No matter how early we tried to get there (not as many trains on the weekend either) we were still beaten by hundreds of other tourists waiting in line outside for over an hour. Once inside the palace prepare to be pushed around the narrow passageways by inconsiderate chumps strutting around like they own the place. Thankfully when you emerge into the gardens the crowds thin out.

Sigh. OK, just wanted to vent, actually had a great time. The palace is awesome, and while not as ornate or breathtaking as some of the Italian castles we visited years ago, the scale and history of the place was great to discover with the assistance of Rick Steve’s audio tour. The more we learn about Louis XIV, the more fascinating he becomes. I could almost feel him in some rooms, but it was probably just some jerk tourist barging past me.

For Marthese the highlight of the day was certainly the gardens – incomprehensibly huge and stunningly designed. Vast green hedge-mazes and hundreds of fountains (only a few operated today, but they were pretty cool.) We wandered through the grounds under a hot sun and pretended we were French nobility frittering our day away. The huge man-made grand canal was a bit of a marvel, and surrounded by local picnickers.

(The other rude people we met actually WERE French, the security on the grounds yelling “Non” to people but not indicating what they were actually doing wrong.)

We also visited some of the secondary palaces tucked away in the far reaches of the gardens that were refuges for Louis’ shyer descendants and Marie Antoinette. Antoinette’s sense of style is well preserved in her room decorations and her indulgent flights of fancy like a personal theatre and lover’s grotto are hidden away in her own hamlet on the garden grounds.

A day of a lot of walking, but well worth it. Versailles – you are done. NEXT CASTLE!

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Blessed be the Cheesemongers

The Paris By Mouth food tour of the Marais was an excellent way to spend the day. Our guide, an American named Katherine who now lives in Paris writing about food, took us to her favourite food spots in the Marais, a diverse area of town, and also introduced us to some Parisian food basics.

Starting out at an award winning baker and possibly the best Croissant in the history of the universe, then wandering out to a fancy boutique sweet shop where the mint chocolate tasted like actual mint leaves – outta control delicious.

Popped into a spice shop and bought Mick/Dad/Papa Bezzina a little gift (warning: it is not a spice) then wove through bustling markets where Katherine bought some meats and “in season” cheeses from some local stores who clearly knew their shit. These were the sorts of store we would normally be too intimidated to buy from, so Katherine breaking the ice for us has suddenly made buying food in Paris a lot easier.

Settling in a bar that focussed on boxed wine (yep!) we feasted. Today has ruined cheese for me forever. Incredible Brie, some super delicious hard cheeses, and a blue cheese that I wanted to offer matrimonial vows to. A duck spread was also a bit of a highlight for me. The tour group was very small, 3 other Australians and 2 Americans, so it felt totally intimate and special.

We also happened to be in the Marais on the same day as a huge antique market, so we wandered there for ages, Marthese lamenting the fact we couldn’t take home all the 60’s furniture. We then took a stroll down to Place de Vosges, a fancy area not too far from the Marais, but with a much more high-class feel. Once we’d walked enough to feel we’d worked off a fraction of the cheese, we went home.

From this day forward I dream of blue cheese.

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On day 3 of our Honeymoon, we ate in the gutter

I’m really starting to question the quality and purpose of my weakly provocative blog titles. Although they are always accurate.

Today was massive and full of awesome. Before I bore you with the details, just want to reiterate how lovely we’ve found French people to be. We’ve yet to experience any of their notorious “rudeness”, and we’re quite certain its all some sort of conspiracy created by less pleasant people, like the Maltese.

We started the day at the Eiffel Tower. Pretty fantastic! I still can’t believe it was built in 1889. We had thought we’d just walk past, but when we noticed there were no lines to ascend, we caught the elevator up and enjoyed the views (no regrets for not climbing the stairs, we spent the entire day walking!) It was quite busy and disorganised at the top 2 levels, but still a great view and a pretty exciting building to be inside.

We then crossed the river and wandered towards the Arc de Triomphe, picking up a quiche and a French-style hotdog which we ate in a quaint alleyway. In the gutter. But it was a clean gutter. This end of town really lacked the public spaces the rest of Paris has, and it felt a little too uptown for us. Our gutter lunch was a pleasant respite.

The Arc de Triomphe was another marvel, giving us a taste of Napolean’s legacy that we would further pursue later in the day.

Then we walked down the Champs-Elysees with its fancy shops and wide sidewalks. We did a little shopping (and I did a little waiting) and we both decided we were enjoying the sun so much, we were up for another walk and afternoon activity.

So we marched onwards to the Musee de l’Armee (Army Museum) which included the seriously oversized Tomb of Napolean. After paying our respects, we spent ages poring over the details of France’s military history from Louis XIV to Napolean III – deciding it was one of the most tumultuous, fascinating histories ever. My interest in the era is totally piqued and Marthese is keen to download a bunch of Sharpe novels for her Kindle.

Napolean’s tomb. Bigger than I’d expected…

Marthese was excited that the temporary exhibition was on Musketeers – specifically addressing their depiction in Dumas’ famous work! I was excited that she wore a hat with a feather on it.

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On the second day of our Honeymoon, I left my wife

Yes, it’s true – but just for the morning!

Jet lag caught up with Marthese today and she wasn’t up for getting out of bed. I was the opposite, restless and stir crazy, so (at her insistence!) I ventured by Metro to the neighbouring 12th to visit The Museum of the Cinema. Bizarrely they were closed until midday despite an advertised 10am opening time, so I spent a bit of time exploring the area.

I’m starting to get a sense of how distinct each Parisian district is – the 12th has the huge Parc de Bercy and I wandered through community gardens and a huge public space, popping into a cute old church and admiring the old well preserved homes opposite ugly 80s apartment blocks.

The Museum of the Cinema (it seems to have many names) is in a Frank Gehry designed building, and focuses on pre-WWII cinema, which was curious as some of the most significant French cinematic movements took place in the 60s and 70s. The museum focused on the French and international technologies of early cinema, and featured some cool old projection technologies as well as some of the films that played at the time.

While I was not supposed to take photos, I couldn’t resist sneaking a few mobile shots of these awesome cinematic artefacts:

The head of Bates’ mother from Psycho

Attempted selfie while listening to audio guide with the robot costume from Fritz Lang’s Metropolis

Rushing home to my abandoned bride, I found her in much livened spirits, and we set off to the centre of Paris. We walked down the Rue De Montorguiel, one of the few pedestrian streets we’ve found in Paris so far, and snacked on delicious Croissants and Pain au Chocolats to keep us going for the next bit.

Some of Marthese’s lovely work colleagues gave us a voucher for a wine tasting course at Ochateau and it was a real treat. We tried three wines from three distinct regions of France, learning the difference between them all and some of the strict government regulations around what wines can be made where. The sommelier was knowledgeable and friendly, but the accompanying cheese plate was a revelation. CHEESE!

Since we were so close to the Louvre, we thought we’d do a little lap around it before heading home. Before we knew it we were standing within the grounds of the tremendous palace, awestruck at the scale and elegance of the building. We headed towards the huge garden/park area out the front, and relaxed by a fountain, enjoying the sun and incredible surroundings.

Paris is awesome.

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‘Till Death Do Us Part

To illustrate the gravity of our recent vows, our first tourist destination on our Parisian Honeymoon was the cemetery. There we gazed enviously at the tombs of those already freed of their marital commitments.

In reality, the Pere Lachaise Cemetery was a surprisingly romantic destination. A lovely morning walk from our hotel through Paris’ 11th Arrondissement led us to the leafy and beautifully maintained cemetery. A vast resting place to countless French and International celebrities of note, we strolled from Jim Morrison’s unassuming grave at the bottom of the hill and wove our way to the top to visit Oscar Wilde’s bizarre tomb. Lovely weather, a gentle pace and a fascinating destination to discover made this an excellent entry point to gently ease us into post-wedding mode.

Elias isn’t sure what face to pull in front of Jim Morrison’s grave

Marthese looks sad at Oscar Wilde’s tomb, but she’s really just confused as to what it is

After a coffee break (with both chairs facing out towards the street as seems to be the Paris standard) we jumped onto the metro with ease and were soon in the middle of Paris to do a little shopping and rooftop sightseeing from Montparnasse Tower. The incredible view from the roof helped us to orient ourselves to the city, giving us a hint of the destinations to come. Although we always knew we were in France, it wasn’t until glimpsing the Eiffel Tower that the reality of it really sank in. Funny how iconic buildings can engender such a feeling of excitement.

I was keen on trying the Hippopotamus but we went up the tower instead

Wandering the streets of Paris is addictive, with each corner turn you feel compelled to explore another street. It wasn’t until exhaustion kicked in that we jumped on our metro home.

We landed yesterday after stopping in Singapore & Helsinki and didn’t do all that much except eat 2 awesome meals – local restaurant Pozada for lunch and some falafel and shawarma pitas for dinner, eaten in a local park. The food here so far is absolutely delicious, and the people have been generally warm and very accommodating. While we’ve found our own lack of French a bit annoying, most French people have appreciated our attempts and forgiven our horrific slaughter of their language.

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