Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The Metro

I know this Metro system like the back of my hand now.  That is, if the Metro map were tattooed on the back of my hand. I've always done so much better with underground directions than surface ones. Today my plan was to walk on the Champs Elysees so I got off one stop before the Arc de Triomphe which was great because as I walked out, I saw the Louis Vuitton store (had to take a picture for my hairdresser who has 35 Louis Vuitton bags) and also the Lido where I once saw the show plus one drink for $5.  Show and drink now is 70 Euro and no, $5 wasn't like $100 back then; more like $20. 

Luckily, I'm not tempted by shopping in my old age and Nicole was working, so I just walked on the street, ate a cheeseburger (two patties, raw meat) and fries, (I was sure that's what the French would do), and walked to the Helmut Newton exhibit. No line. I'm so glad I didn't go on Sunday because the exhibit isn't huge and you wouldn't be able to see anything with that crowd of people. It was fabulous--Jackie O, Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Warhol pictures besides all the fashion shots.  We weren't allowed to take pictures (I asked a guard; he looked at me like I had 3 heads) which was ridiculous because all the pictures were in glass frames.

I had seen the Eiffel Tower from all over the city and have no desire to stand in line to go to the top but I did go to Place Trocadero for a great view.  

I know I am fooling myself by taking the metro to places I could walk to--my body is aching from going up and down stairs. I keep thinking I should walk above ground instead but then I would get lost.  Like I did tonight trying to return from an Indian restaurant where I've already been once.  I got there but got totally turned around when I came out.  After walking 2 blocks, I had to return to the restaurant and start over--it's the one time I didn't have the map with me.  The Metro wasn't an option--the restaurant is only 4 blocks away.


2 comments:

  1. First of all, the last time you were in Paris, the currency wasn't the Euro, it was the French franc. That was, approximately, about the time of the triomphe, in which there is now an arc de. You could have bought Versailles for about 12,000ff, but you were too intent on going to stip joints on the Champs. C'est la vie.

    Indian food? Are you nuts? I don't know why I bother. You are in Paris, not London. If you are going to avoid the Japanese offerings, you really should go Moroccan...or Ethiopian.

    I think that a map of the Metro system would be a brilliant tattoo and souvenir of your visit. I will have to tell your mother, of course.

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  2. Speaking of euros, I am tallying up what you owe me for sending me to the most expensive restaurants in Paris. Have you once said "Here's a nice deli close by?" Non. Stay off that list that says "Finest dining in Bruges."

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