Bienvenue à Paris
Warning: Photo overload and an incredibly long post!
My time in Paris was simply awesome. So good that I did not bother to update this blog, post any pictures or give a hint about what I was doing there. Now that I’m back in Kuala Lumpur and my life is not so fantastique anymore I will blog about my trip.
Arriving at the airport, it was nothing special. I felt like I arrived in the 60’s. Taking the RER and going through the suburbs of Paris to the city was also a little letdown. The facilities and trains were so old and not user friendly, I was a little disappointed. In my mind I was thinking, “This is Paris??”.
My introduction to the metro was a bit of a nightmare as well. Thank goodness Chrysan was there to help me with my suitcases. We had to carry 30 kg worth of bags up and down ridiculous flights of stairs every time we changed a station (about 4 times) and I was wearing my 5-inch platform heels! Where were the escalators? I mean come on, this is the 21st century! As Chrysan best put it, it was as if we were characters in a Super Mario video game going through all the obstacles.
Once out of the metro and into the city, it was insanely beautiful. I was transported into the 18th century with all the classical buildings. It was very early on a Saturday morning, so quiet and cold with the sun breaking though and illuminating every surface. Simply breathtaking.
And the photos shall begin…
My lovely host Chrysan <3
The view outside our apartment.
We took a walk starting from the 5th arrondissement further up from Place Monge, where there are lots of restaurants and bars. It was incredibly quaint to see all the French style settings. Totally immersion into a Parisian environment.
Cafés et bistros à Place de la Contrescarpe.
Charming Haussmann buildings all over Paris.
Crossing over to the 6th arrondissement to places of St. Germain, St. Michel and the Luxembourg Gardens, it is also where Cafe de Flore is located, the watering hole of many French intellectuals to discuss their philosophies of existentialism during the post war era. This is the classier arrondissement south of the Seine, which also means very, very expensive.
Saint Michel early in the morning.
It was nice basking under the sun on the chairs all over the garden even though my hands were frozen to the point of being numb. It may look sunny, but don’t let that fool you! People watching is such a fun activity (especially since it’s free). Just looking at the children feeding the pigeons, old couples enjoying themselves, and tourists taking lots of photos was actually very enjoyable. After that we headed to one of Chrysan’s favourite bookstores, the famous Shakespearean company. It’s a tiny, tiny shop filled from floor to ceiling with all sorts of famous, old books. It’s a bit of a tourist attraction now especially since it was featured on many travel shows so there’s always lots of people cramped into the small space.
The famous Shakespearean company.
Obligatory portrait in the mirror!
Old photos on the walls.
Notre Dame de Paris.
The coolest vintage car I’ve seen on the streets.
We crossed the river over to the 4th arrondissement also known as Le Marais, the gay district of Paris. I stayed here during my last week with Catherine and her friends, also known as the Malaysian house. North of the river (right bank) is considered to be the more traditional and ‘proper’ area of Paris, whereas the south (left bank) is considered to be more bohemian.
La Seine.
Hôtel de Ville, very beautiful gothic architecture.
Chrysan and I also went to Montmartre in the 18th, the highest point in Paris. It is the arrondissement where the film Amelie was filmed and equally as artistic and bohemian as the left bank. The whole place was full of traditional shops, buildings, very French, blah blah blah. I can go on and on. It’s a very hilly area though, so be ready to climb flights of stairs when you get there but it’s definitely worth it. Also a very popular tourist area, but probably not as touristy as the Eiffel Tower or the Lourve. Apparently Vincent van Gogh and many other famous artists lived here in their time.
I should’ve listened to mother and gotten a caricature of myself! Tee hee.
The breathtaking view from Sacré Cœur.
Being from Asia, I was shocked at how Parisians park their cars. Remember that scene in the Pink Panther (with Steve Martin) where he parks his Smart Car vertical to the other cars at the airport? I actually saw that a few times, in real life! I think their bumpers are made of rubber or something. They don’t seem to care very much about vehicles unlike in Asia where it’s usually shiny and expensive. In fact, the taxis are much more posh and in better condition than the regular cars, they use the Mercedes C class models! True life.
When I was at Champs-Élysées one night, there was a Rolls Royce parked by the side of the road and the French were so awed by it they started taking photos and peeping into the car to get a better look. I was like, “Meh” and found it so funny that the French become incredibly curious when there is a nice posh car in front of them. I mean come on, my neighbours here in KL drive Ferraris, Bentlys and Hummers! I have no car though. Sad face. 
See what I mean? Colours of the French flag too!
I met up with Chris (a model friend of mine) at Champs-Élysées and went into a few expensive stores drooling at the goods facing the fact that we can probably never afford such luxuries. The one luxury we could probably afford was Laudurée’s famous macaroons where he took Chrysan and I too. At €1,20 a pop, it was definitely a luxury. Observe.
Grinning like a fool with my prize purchase. Note, empty wallet still in hand.
I wonder what’s in this pretty little box?
Et voilà! Pretty little macaroons.
Mmmm… so good!
I wish I could’ve tried more of the delicious French pastries. They’re usually so expensive (€4 for a raspberry tart, seriously??) that I wouldn’t even think about indulging in them so what I would do is go into the shop, visually feed myself and drool slightly over the colourful, glazed, and sinful delicacies then proceed to walk out with my head hung down in sadness. It’s like taking a fat kid into a candy store and saying she can only look. SIGH.
So to save money, I spent many days cooking meals for Chrysan and I. It was actually really good, was pretty proud of myself for the dishes I whipped up!
Check out this lagsagne I made from scratch! No kidding.
On to the nightlife. Phew, so far I’ve spent 3 hours writing all this crap and for what? Anyway, where was I? Nightlife? Oh yes. Unlike in Asia where most people opt to go to bars or clubs, in France the pub is the place to be whereas bars and clubs are for fancier nights or if you’re looking to drop more cash. Let me put it this way, pubs are for casual nights after work to chill with your friends over a pint, and also the cheapest option. Bars are slightly fancier where specialty cocktails may be served in a nicer, taller glass, with better music playing, better dressed crowd (in my head this would be Hôtel Costes) and probably twice the price of your neighbourhood pub. Clubs would usually have a door charge, resident DJ, dancefloor, loud pumping music, and a crowd looking for some ‘fun’.
Now that we are clear on the difference between each establishment, we shall continue.
This is how they do the Jägerbomb at Bateau Vie. Set the whole bar on fire woo-hoo!
These were the nights at the pubs where if I can recall correctly, I was having beers, gin tonics, cocktails, random unknown shots and then proceeded to scream at everybody to have tequila shots and Jägerbombs. Surprisingly I still turned out pretty fine. I remember walking with my friends moving to another pub when one closed and we were screaming “What’s up Paris!!!!!” to groups standing outside other pubs. It was promptly followed by responses of loud cheer, lots of fist pumping and peace-sign making. It was just AWESOME. Still puts a smile on my face every time I think about it. 
Stumbling across the sidewalks of Paris on a cold winter’s night with all your friends hand in hand, buzzing with energy and literally screaming at each other with a goofy grin on our faces, wondering where the night will lead us to next is seriously lots of fun. That’s all I will say because my mom reads this blog too hehe.
By the way, when in Paris having a good time usually requires a good group of friends and a sufficient level of handling an alcoholic diet. Going out alone or with just one other friend usually does not cut it.
I love the lights in this one.
I’m not sure why everybody already looks so wasted when we had barely started. Say hello to the gang, (L-R) Paolo, Thomas, Chrysan, Eugenio, Florian, and Alex.
This photo pretty much sums out how we were feeling that night.
Dancing in the metro with Cedric. Yes that is a bottle of wine in his hand.
What trip would it be if there wasn’t a visit to the Eiffel Tower? I took a walk alone one night and explored the place for a whole hour. There were plenty of tourists taking photographs and all the immigrant souvenir sellers but surprisingly quiet and serene. If you ignore how touristy it is and see it through your own eyes as if you were the only person alive there, it is truly amazing.
It was nice being by myself and taking in the beautiful structure that it is. I was at a loss for words at that very moment I looked at it up close. I couldn’t believe I was there, the city of my dreams. In the still of the night it said to me, “Welcome to Paris”. This is Paris. I was in Paris.
Bienvenue à Paris.
I will be back for you soon, I promise.
