My heart beckons me back to France to embark on yet another adventure. And I have the opportunity to do just that as I head to Paris & Provence in a couple weeks.
I have a birthday in May and my sweet cousin Bobbi from Texas has a birthday in June so our husbands agreed to let us take a girl’s trip to Provence to celebrate. It’s the best birthday present EVER! (Thanks to my awesome hubby!)
Bobbi and I have a lot of memories from childhood and some fun adventures worth sharing about our trip to Paris last fall.
I’ll tell you a few…
This was with Paris firefighters who are military trained. We felt very safe! Such nice men and they didn’t speak any English. (For those of you wondering, our husbands were with us….who do you think was taking the photos?) Mais Oui!
Story here...yes, we ended up at at Paris fire station (isn’t this a main tourist attraction?) and met very nice French firemen thanks to Bobbi. Her brother is a fireman in Houston and they were exchanging Houston and Paris firemen's shirts. We even got a full tour inside the station which I was told was highly unusual. Bobbi must have turned on the charm! (Or maybe it was her French friend who was translating!!!)
We even got to try on their special helmets and see the fireman’s pole! Let me reiterate again, this is HIGHLY unusual. Paris fire stations are behind locked gates….you cannot just walk in like you can in the states. I guess we looked innocent enough!
But wait, there’s more.
We had a musical jam session in our apartment with a French guy, Thomas. Bobbi brought her fiddle and also plays the guitar. Her husband plays the mandolin. Thomas plays the piano and guitar and I play the piano. We had plenty of time to sing and make music. Our dinner reservation wasn’t until 10:30 p.m.!!! Apparently that’s not unusual here.
Thomas and his girlfriend Lulu (who made wonderful aperitifs for us) took us into the basement under their apartment that was a part of the historical underground network of tunnels that run underneath parts of Paris. We went down thru an old covered door that connected other basements during wartime.
I can’t believe we’re down here. Hey wait a minute...this doesn’t look like the Eiffel???
We even picnicked on the grounds of Versailles. When in Rome…(or Paris!)
This is one of the bridges on the Seine called the Pont des Arts. It is notorious for lovers attaching a lock on the side to declare their love. There are literally thousands of padlocks. It's quite a sight. Tim and Harvey surprised me and Bobbi with monogrammed locks. No wonder they say Paris is for lovers.
The men holding our locks!
And we couldn’t just go to the Marche aux Puces! Nope.
After brocanting we headed over to La Chope des Puces (Gypsy Jazz club) at the Ecole de Musique – Jazz Manouche to listen to live Django Reinhart style music.
What’s that you say? You mean this isn’t what everybody does when they go to Paris? Well not everybody has been with my cousin, Bobbi! She has to be one of the most adventurous and fun people I know. She even had her hair cut by a well-known Parisian hair stylist! Ooh la la!
Oh BTW, we did do all the “normal” touristy things, too.
No, really. I promise we did.
More on that later.
I hope Provence is
braced prepared for us!