Visit Sainte Chapelle, a...
Visit Sainte Chapelle, a stunningly beautiful church on the Ile de le Cite not far from the more famous Notre Dame. Enter into the lower chapel with sombre colouring and then climb the stairs to the upper chapel and prepare to be amazed. A room with light streaming in on all sides through tall stained glass windows. It is like stepping into a multi-coloured glass box. Don't miss it! Paris by night...crossing the river to enter the shadowy Notre Dame after sunset brilliant with candles, strolling along the river passing the floodlit buildings and finally view the whole city alive with lights from the top of the Arch de Triumph.
Music, radio, Les grosses tetes
So, we were brought to my uncle's home. So tired after our long flight that we went sleeping right away. The discovery of Paris started the following day.
Since we stayed at my uncle's place, we first had to go to supermaket to buy all we needed.
On our way to the supermarket, in my uncle's car, I noticed people in Paris used to listen to radio. In Madagascar, we didn't do that that much... or maybe I hadn't noticed others did... Anyways, that was the past... Nowadays, you can't walk in Tana streets without hearing songblast from flash cars, 4WD, SUV the young things use to drive. It was during those rides that I listened to Top50 (music charts). I discovered a lot there.. all artists, French and non-French alike... and especially the 80s music "artists".
Say Michael Jackson (with Mc Cartney, they sang "Say, Say, Say" at that time), Tina Turner (a comeback), Rita Mitsouko (only Francophiles would know them)... I am sure there are more. Yes, more: Jean-Jacques Goldman (still listening to him), Lahaie, Phil Collins + Genesis, Cindy Lauper (I like her) ...
Pop music is one of thing I discovered in Paris. I liked it and it changed me a lot from classical music I used to hear playing home. This is also one of fondest memories of Paris.
As for my uncle, he appreciated "Les Grosses Têtes". Both he and my parents liked to listen to this program. It was (and still IS) all about witty humour. Philippe BOUVARD, the host invited(s) persons with his crew. Then, they have some chat, guessing games about news of various topics.. It can be about stars, politicians.. Sthg like "Guess who said this?".. or other guessing games. All of that with culture, laughters, wit and cleverness.
When it was on, I knew I was going to spend sometime not understanding anything. I could speak French but my French was not that rich.. Plus, I was shy. I remembered avoiding speaking to my uncle, the first days, in the fear of having to speak French. hihi... Whenever had then to ask to my parents about things in my uncle's house. My Mum used to say, "Ask your uncle". After some days, I started talking to my uncle and I spoke to him... in Malagasy. :) My uncle is a very tender guy.. really nice with kids.
Of course, in Brussels, I listened to "Les grosses têtes" once in a while... and I spoke French in everyday life, English at one of the jobs I landed. Malagasy is the one I use most, nowadays. :-)
Colors colors everywhere
As she lifted paints from her cluttered pallette, it delighted me to see that the pallette itself was the same joyous burst of colors as the work in progress. I could have spent hours watching the artists at work.
The Cafe Life
The institution of the French cafe has taken a beating from fast food and the frenetic pace of modern life ... yet some of the cafes survive and thrive!
Some basic rules: If you order at the bar, eat/drink at the bar. The prices are different between the bar and the tables. Once you have ordered something the table is yours until you decide to move. This young couple on Rue de Buci can stay there as long as they like! Service is included so the normal policy is to round up to the next euro.
Half Marathon of Paris
Yearly, there is a complete marathon and a half marathon. Both mixed high level racers and amateurs.
It is an occasion to visit Paris. A small amount for the registration.
A medical certificate.
A number given by the organisators.
A lace with a chip inside to determinate the rank at the arrival.