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Every intention of mine was to skip the centre, to find a new arrondissement I hadn’t ventured to on any of my previous four visits. To find a part of Paris I actually could romantically fall in love after having previously failed at that, which some may say, should be an easy to achieve goal.
Only 18 hours in the city of love, a short summer day trip. Yet, with one day in Paris, I wasn’t quite sure why I had decided to be there.
It took me a while to turn this photo essay around, because, in reality, I did the complete opposite to my plan. Half asleep and burnt out I stumbled straight from the station onto a double-decker sightseeing tour bus.
Which, as anyone who knows me would say, is the very last thing I would ever do anywhere…
Perched on a seat amidst a global crowd, various languages bounced around me, children giggled with excitement and I slouched further into my chair wondering what on earth I was doing replaying my first (awful) visit to this city all those years ago. Whilst there is no denying you are spoilt for choice in terms of romantic things to do in Paris, for me, this city has always consisted of stress, breakups and crowds.
It has taken me to the moment I wrote this to realise I wasn’t discovering Paris that day, but in fact, I was discovering myself.
Dan Flying Solo
Lessons of Love: One day in Paris
EUROPE | FRANCE TRAVEL GUIDE
UPDATED: SEPTEMBER 2016
Ever headed somewhere and wanted to escape the typical tourist path?
Every intention of mine was to skip the centre, to find a new arrondissement I hadn’t ventured to on any of my previous four visits. To find a part of Paris I actually could romantically fall in love after having previously failed at that, which some may say, should be an easy to achieve goal.
Only 18 hours in the city of love, a short summer day trip. Yet, with one day in Paris, I wasn’t quite sure why I had decided to be there.
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It took me a while to turn this photo essay around, because, in reality, I did the complete opposite to my plan. Half asleep and burnt out I stumbled straight from the station onto a double-decker sightseeing tour bus.
Which, as anyone who knows me would say, is the very last thing I would ever do anywhere…
Paris BridgeParis Love Lock Bridge
Perched on a seat amidst a global crowd, various languages bounced around me, children giggled with excitement and I slouched further into my chair wondering what on earth I was doing replaying my first (awful) visit to this city all those years ago. Whilst there is no denying you are spoilt for choice in terms of romantic things to do in Paris, for me, this city has always consisted of stress, breakups and crowds.
It has taken me to the moment I wrote this to realise I wasn’t discovering Paris that day, but in fact, I was discovering myself.
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One day in Paris…
Our ever increasingly mixed group slowly pulled away from the station and I opened my eyes again, I was looking upwards towards the sky as I burrowed down into the hard plastic seat half asleep.
It was a glint of gold that caught my eye first, then the detail of the window frame. A man was perched on a roof with an easel looking down at the city below. I wondered how many times he had found himself there, his brush guiding his eyes to unearth something different, a new treasure, each time he crafted another moment on to the canvas.
I questioned if his canvas still sat blank, devoid of inspiration. Today is just another canvas I pondered, and with that mission in mind, I was determined to see the same I had seen before but in a different light.
Last time I had stood in the queue for the Notre Dame there had been a hand holding mine. I remembered looking around at the pigeons being thrown the remains of sandwiches and the families arguing in front of a beautiful piece of architecture proudly waiting for them to silence, if only because a sign commanded it. I had, like on all my previous visits to Paris, seen it through the viewfinder of a camera. This city does that to you, even photos of Paris in the rain can be spellbinding, making you want to capture every last detail
Explanation:
My first visit to Paris was a remarkable experience, which I will never forget. I booked the Dover-Calais ferry and drove with my wife from London in the cold Christmas weather. We intended to stay until the New Year in a hotel located in a suburb of Paris and visit the city every day.
It was a great feeling to arrive in Paris and see the city of light – a modern city with a very deep sense of history. I will never forget when I first drove through, passing the canals and seeing the monuments. It was like a huge open-air museum. It was love at first sight.
It was dark in the evening, Christmas lights illuminating the whole city. It was bright, almost like daytime. The streets were very busy, full of shoppers marching from one shop to another. I was fascinated seeing The Palais Garnier, which is the Paris Opera House. I parked my car in a small one way street nearby. When we reached the main road, there was an underground station with a big, lit-up sign displaying the word ‘Métropolitain’. I did not make note of the road name, as I thought that the name of the station would be sufficient for finding my car again. We visited the Opera house and walked towards Place de la Concorde. We then walked back to find our car. I located what looked like exactly the same ‘Métropolitain’ sign that I had noted in my head, but it was not the right street.
I became anxious and confused. I approached people who were passing by. Some just ignored me. I told a French man in English that we were looking for ‘Métropolitain’ station. He pointed towards the station. I asked an American couple who were tourists. The guy said, ‘why don’t you go inside the station and find out?’ I approached the woman behind the counter and asked her the same question. She said, “c’ est Métropolitain”. I repeated, “but this is not the same.” She laughed, “Tous sont métros de Paris, ils sont tous le Métropolitain.” She continued in broken English, “All … Métropolitain.”
I finally realised my mistake and understood that the ‘Métropolitain’ sign was the symbol for all metro stations in Paris, not the name of one station! This was just the beginning of our nightmare. How were we going to find the car? It took us nearly over two hours walking through many streets that all looked the same. I wondered whether to call the police. It was a miracle that I finally managed to find my car.
It was late in the evening and we were hungry. We decided to eat in a recommended Lebanese restaurant in a street very close to the Champs-Élysées. We parked close by, so that I could watch my car easily. Every now and then I looked through the window. Suddenly I saw a car at the top of the road shaking back and forth. It was stationary, but was moving up and down. After a minute or so, I saw the car in the front come out and leave. The waiter saw my astonishment and said, ”The cars in Paris are parked bumper to bumper – it’s difficult to park, and impossible to leave.”
We were staying in Épinay-sur-Seine in the north of Paris, 11.3 km from the city centre. The next morning, we walked around the small town. It was Christmas and all the shops were closed. We were happy with our hotel, but we decided to check the prices of other local hotels. I saw a very nice building marked ‘Hotel de Ville’. I approached the building, but the door was closed. After a few minutes a man opened a window. I asked him, “how much is it per night?”. He replied, ”Qu’est-ce que vous voulez?” I repeated my question. He simply said, ”Il est fermé”. I could not understand him. I asked him again, “I just want to know the prices”. He shouted, ”Il est Noël. Le bureau est fermé” and closed the window. We wondered what kind of hotel this was and left.
When we were in the centre of Paris, I saw another Hotel de Ville. It was a magnificent large building that looked like a palace. I suggested to my wife that it was possibly a five-star branch of the same hotel. It was only when I visited the tourist office to get directions to various sightseeing places that I found out the Hotel de Ville is actually the city’s municipal office!
We stayed in Paris for ten days and had a fantastic time. I loved everything about this romantic city and vowed to never hesitate to come back to experience it again and again. But I promised myself that I would learn the language!