Tuesday - Market Day

Tuesday - Market Day

Slept well despite my sore arm from dragging my bag! 

Off to school and was put in with better students - so there are 4 girls.

Lesley, German 28 lives here with her boyfriend and speaks so well! Carla, 25 into the 3rd week of an intensive and living for a few months in the area! Also good. Melissa, 18, French, from Monaco, filling in time after leaving school . Also quite good - and me! Struggling to keep up. They are very nice though. 

The new teacher for us, Irene, thinks she has the lower class as she did some really basic stuff that even I could do. Poor Lesley was quite bored. Hope she comes back tomorrow. 

Last night did my little bit of supermarket shopping - but in the little stores near my place. A lovely  deli  had some great pesto, bread, and a few other things. I have missed the Italian food! 

So this afternoon I'm back at school watching an Italian movie and hoping to understand what is going on . I think the 3 girls in my class are all heading home and don't need to watch the film as they probably go to the movies here anyway. 

Will keep you posted! 

Oh yes , it was market day in town and I visited after clas but didn't buy anything! Not even the shoes I liked as there is no room in the bag! 

Back to Italy

New adventure : Back to Italy

Goodbye to my Paris apartment

My day on Sunday started early. I finished all my list of things for Paris so off I went in a taxi to Gare de Lyon, for my train. There was a problem getting one yesterday so today I am off to Nice via Marseilles. 

I arrived in Nice after an ok stop in Marseilles where I didn't have to lug the bag up and down stairs. Then onto Nice. By then it was raining hard, dark by 5.30 and got off the train in pouring rain and had to walk the length of the platform . Then found there was not lift so had to carry the bag and the extra cabin bag, down then up lots of stairs. Then walk 200 metres to the Best Western ( which was by this time something I was regretting booking). Why? because I thought I don't want to have to get a taxi. I can walk I thought. But in the pouring rain with 2 bags that were by now very heavy! 

Arrived dripping and hungry and asked was there somewhere I could get some dinner. Helpful man on front desk said " Oh you're in Nice, you must go out for dinner" Go on a train to the water front! Are you joking I thought! This is the water front as it was teeming outside. So I asked if I could possibly have something ordered in and he said helpfully "you can have tomorrow's picnic lunch". The hotel gives everyone a packed lunch. Have a picnic in your room he advised with a smile. Well it was so much fun in my room eating a tuna sandwich and watching tv. At the least I got an English speaking channel and got to hear all about the election in the USA. Lucky me. 

Next morning bright and early I was first for breakfast and then back to the station - in reverse. This time down the stairs and then up to the platform. Oh why I thought did I choose this! 

I arrived at Ventimiglie where you have to change again for an Italian train. But I cleverly walked out of the station and got a bus which landed me half an hour later near the school I am attending. I struggled in and up and got started with a test of my Italian. I settled down and was put with Mario and a very nice young man as my teacher in a class of mixed bodies from France, Germany and Switzerland. I'm such a novelty. 

Walked around the town after class dragging my bag and looking for my apartment. Eventually a very nice young man took pity and carried my bag up a very steep hill. (shades of Lerici, Pat, if you are reading this) 

Hello to my Sanremo apartment!

Apartment is nice with lovely views of the town towards the sea, with a lovely helpful lady named Hilda in the upstairs apartment to help me settle in. But no wifi! Oh no I thought - cut off. So my nights will be spent reading and typing things up to send at the school the next day.

Versailles.

Today up early and on my way to Versailles. All very easy. I just walked two blocks to get the train and I was on my way with a train load of others in the rain. 

It took about 40 mins and I thought I was clearly going to avoid the crowd by going on a Friday - a lower crowd day. Not so. I had per bought my ticket so was ready to hop to the front and found the queue already a mile long. It was raining and cold and I could sympathise with the whining children in front of me. 
Finally got in and the crowds were almost unbearable. We shuffled through and I tried to enjoy myself but it was hard. It eased a little around the fantastic hall of mirrors but not much. I revived by having tea at Angelina, the famous Salon de The.  Then I strolled the large galleries of art before deciding to tackle the gardens. I went out and it was raining and cold so I decided I had seen some great gardens already and Marie Antoinette's house at the far end of the garden I would look at in movies. I had seen it in 1977 so perhaps it was the same? 

I got the train back to Paris as I had another Opera at 7.30 and I wanted to look my best - not all wind blown. 

Got ready and this time took the metro and got there early so went across the road to look at the special Art exhibition set up in the gardens opposite the Opera House Bastille. Some great art and some way out art. 

I then found my seat. Amazing but no one at the door to check you in? The bell had just gone and not an usher in sight.

Anyway my seat tonight was in the 2nd row, 2nd balcony. Great view. Had a lovely lady from " the village of Montmarte" as she so charmingly put it next to me. She was elegant and lovely and then her friend arrived and they were both charming. They told me a friend had moved to Brisbane but "it did not agrees with her. She was scared of zee snakes". I told them it was not unusual to find snakes in the garden, but we were used to them. They looked amazed. 

Then the young man on the other side joined in and I had another new friend. He was on his own as his wife was away and doesn't like Opera. He was about 30 and was very sweet. I spent interval talking to them and they were all really lovely. The Opera -"Daughter of the Regiment" - was really good. It was a great production and my new friends told me the director and the conductor were well regarded. It was a good production but was in French as were the subtitles - not a word of English, so even though I knew what was going on I missed a lot. There were quite a lot of spoken lines as it was a fairly light opera. One particularly good solo - by the heroine who was to be separated from her new love - brought tears to more than a few eyes. The lady next to me sobbed and was mopping her eyes for several minutes after. The French are so demonstrative! Not usually! 

It ended happily, as all operas do, and down came the French style crowd and cock a doddle dooed . It brought the house down. 

I took the no 69 bus home past the Louvre over the bridge with the view of the Eiffel Tower down Bve St Germaine and I was home.  

All Saints Day.

I have been very quiet since my day of indulgence! But only on this blog . . 

In fact I have been very busy tying to get to the end of my "must do" list for Paris. 

After Wednesday night out by myself I took it slowly again on Thursday and, as it seems to rain every day, I allowed myself a little read in bed before hitting the road. 

I just finished reading "The Submission" recommended by Jill and I loved it. Check it out. It's about an architect who wins a competition for his design for a memorial for the site of the 9/11 disaster. It's full of controversy and I really enjoyed it. It will be referred to later in this blog. 

Anyway, it kept me busy this morning until I got myself ready to hit the road. What I love about Paris is the enjoyable walking. I walked a new route and found myself in new areas as I walked to the Rodin museum. It's in a charming street near  Invalides. It only took me half an hour and I saw lots of interesting things. It was very quite out as today is a public holiday and everyone was sleeping in. By now it was only 10.30 so I wasn't that late! 

The Rodin Museum is a wonderful place and I couldn't believe I hadn't been before. It is located in the old hotel Bodin where Rodin and some other creative souls lived and created. It has a new entrance to the grounds where some of the major sculpture are housed and then you can move into the gardens to view the famous "Thinker" and "The gates of Hell". 

                                         I think it's called the Eiffel Tower

                                        Where did I leave my clothes......?

Then you enter the Hotel itself with more wonderful work. His work is magnificent and, having read the book The Submission,  

I was reminded when I read about a competition Rodin entered and was the subject of great controversy when the jury to select the winner couldn't agree. Very similar to the book. Anyway he became famous bought the beautiful old hotel and donated all his work to France . But the French being .....well French, took some time deciding if they would accept. We call it playing hard to get. 

I kept walking to Invalides and admired its grandeur, and moved on to Champs de Mars to once again admire the Eiffel Tower and then wander back along the route the no 69 takes along Rue St Dominique. I got home by the time the rain started again and rested the feet for an hour before heading out again . This time over the Pont Royal and through the Tuileries. A it was a public holiday everyone was out. I saw the crowds playing games, walking hand in hand, sliding down slippery slides, sitting on the same green chairs I saw in the Luxembourg Garden, drinking wine, playing cards and chess and generally enjoying being out.

Boys will be boys.

This time I didn't stop. It was much cooler and I was on a mission. I hurried along Rue de Rivoli, past Place Vendome and all the high-end shops and into St Madeleine's church  where I wanted to hear the organ concert. I stayed for about 45 mins of heart stopping, ear deafening, organ playing to a very diverse crowd.

St Madeleine's

I then enjoyed window shopping and it may have been a public holiday but all the rich were out in the top-end shops and most people around me were carrying bags! Oh how they loved the luxurious bag here in Paris. With the name clearly on show. Prada, Gucci, Armani, Choo. You name it and the Russians, Chinese and assorted other rich people were toting them around. I tried to maintain an air of mystery as I rubbed shoulders with them - at the windows.

Which one for home?

I shouted myself a glass of wine and slipped home around 8pm for a meagre dinner of quiche. I greeted the team of workmen on my arrival home. I may not have mentioned but the team are working on the unit I share the landing with. There are 3 very polite men there from 8 in the morning till 8 at night. Someone must be paying them a lot to finish and they tell me they be finished on Saturday. They greet me morning and night and make me feel very welcome. Not to mention safe and watched over. 

Off to bed with a new book - Robert Harris "Fear". Hope I don't scare myself. 

A hair raising day

Today I enjoyed the full hairdressing  experience. 

And it was FABULOUS . Though how I wish I could speak French. I know my Italian is getting better because I was speaking Italian in my head and hoping it would somehow turn into French. 

Anyway I went across to the Madeline  area, which is where new French friend Annie works and had helpfully made me an appointment. 

You know its fairly exclusive when you have to buzz downstairs to be allowed in. It's called Lenore Greyl and its on premier etage ( 1st floor) .

As Annie was not able to come along with me to translate I went onto Google translate last night and got appropriate phrases in French. What a giggle! Things like "I usually have foils in two colours","do whatever you think suits" . So I arrived and I'm shown into a change room and given a white coat to put  on , then ushered into the salon where Olivia offered me tea. Then I met Giles, the colourist. He was charming , thinner than most of my friends, with George Clooney grey at the sides! Oh and he was gay. Not that I mind that because I knew he would be good. The number of ladies arriving and coming over in their white gowns to greet him, with the two-sided kiss kiss was a sure sign - he was good. So I explained in my non-existent French that I couldn't speak French and he was equally bad at English. (shop staff speak better English as they get to talk to tourists) - Giles only gets to speak to the well heeled French. 

Anyway he was lovely, as I whipped out my hand written phrases. He was very impressed! Or he did a good impression. He called over Pierre - the man who was to later cut my hair. Pierre was bald, (and would be right at home at the Open Bar in the Marais - Harrisons - you know what I mean). He couldn't speak English so we mimed until a dashing cutter with long locks held back with a head band came over and managed a reasonable translation. I think his name was Eric. That's what it sounded like. 

Well we were on our way. Giles started playing with my hair and thinking. I could just about hear his thoughts so I pointed to the rather dark part and mimed OUT. He understood and went and mixed up the brew and away we went. I got the French version of foils. He did it painstakingly hair by hair with GLAD WRAP. I think he used a whole family sized roll just on my head. When he finally finished after an hour or so, we both nearly cheered! But I looked amazing. It rippled and shone and I seriously wanted a photo, but  the other ladies would have died of shock so I contained myself. 

As we couldn't talk all that time I got to look around the salon with all it's mirrors reflecting the other ladies. Some serious colour and cutting was happening. One lady had hers all done, did the kiss kiss goodbye - went out and changed and paid; then appeared  back and got Pierre to redo the front! then slipped what I think was his tip in his rather tight pocket. At least I think that's what it was. It could have been her phone number but I think he would rather hang out at the Open Bar. 

Another lady had air kissed everyone in sight and then had two working on her. One on her nails and one doing a rather elegant roll at the back of her luxurious hair. I think she had a serious date tonight.

After waiting for the colour to take and reading magazines Giles rounded me up and we went to the basin area and he took out the glad wrap and started to massage my head. Heaven. I think I moaned! Hope not. Then it was time for more French talk and finally Pierre started on me. He was all serious and lifted and played with my hair and then used no less than 4 different pairs of scissors on me. It started to take shape and before long "voila!" said Pierre and there I was with my new French do. 

I returned to the change room and then dear Giles came out to see me finished. I think he gasped, Carmel!!!! Anyway he was very proud of their combined efforts and I paid without wincing and was on my way feeling very glamourous . 

I literally waltzed into Fauchon - the fantastic temple of all good things to eat and bought a little tin of chocolates for Steve as it was his birthday yesterday and I seem to be the one getting all the treats. 

I then went to St Madelines church, a real wonder and very French, and continued walking towards Champs-Elysees and into the Grand Palais for an exhibition and then across the road to its baby the Petit Palais - which I think is gorgeous. 

The lights were coming on and I crossed the river glancing towards the Eiffel Tower as it started to glitter. This city is amazing. I walked home and took a few photos of the hair do and then went out to dinner by myself. I looked so good it was amazing I didn't get picked up! 

And so ends my day of indulgence .  

Visiting Monet in Giverny

Today I decided  to leave town and visit Monet at home in Giverny. 

I've been wanting to go here for some time - probably since Wendy  took  photos of the beautiful garden in black and white.

I had to go by tube to St Lazare station and get the fast train to Giverny. I took my time and got there in the early afternoon just as the rain stopped. 

It was beautiful and peaceful. The good thing about the colder weather is the tourist lines are not so bad.

I had a few hours wandering around the garden and the house and sitting watching people. I think I'm becoming invisible! Some Americans arrived and entered by the exit door to the house and I heard the women say "This is a funny entrance"! - not realising she was in the kitchen. 

Oh dear. 

I walked around the village of Giverny and saw the gallery there as well. It's a lovely place to visit and as I love Monet's work it was rather special. I even got to see the video about his life. 

Got back to Paris and went for a walk around the river and streets nearby as the lights were coming on and some of the streets have put up their Christmas lights .

Tomorrow after my haircut I'm going to visit the Champs-Elysees to see if the lights are up the yet. 

A night at the Opera

I bought a ticket to the opera (Tosca) at Bastille and went along on the number 69 bus, my favourite bus in Paris.

I dressed up! Not not really  but I did wear black with a coloured scarf. So I fitted right in. 

I got there early so I could have a "coup de champagne " and watch the crowds arrive. 

They are a funny lot these French. I know there were some tourists there but there were lots of locals as well . Black is the colour de jour. but there was not  too much high fashion. However, there was one lady who was like Brisbane's own Deborah "hat wearing to all occasions" Quinn; there was a woman with a severe white hair cut  that was so sharp. She married this with  bright red glasses, a coloured blouse, jacket and full skirt and funny high boots. Quite a look. Perhaps ran an art gallery? 

Another young thing had a pink thing shaped like a disc on her head. Fashion? Not sure. 

A few elegant ladies and a few young things showing some leg. 

Getting to your seat is quite a performance. There were no ushers to ask so when the bells rang people just lined up at the door nominated on their ticket. Now my ticket had 2nd balcony, which  I climbed to, and then door 11. No door 11. I went to the bar and asked the man there as there was no one else around and he said 'go to door 13' . Of course - why didn't I think of that? I went in door 13 and then climbed up and then down till I reached row 5 . During the 2 intervals I exited by door 11 on 1st balcony. Easy when you know. 

Interval is quite different to interval at our Opera. Everyone rushes the bar but not always for that glass of champagne ......but for food. 

How do the French stay slim? They get into the food. They nibbled and munched on sandwiches, cheese , muffins and biscuits, ice creams and even apples. Quite a surprise. There are lots of bars and not the queues we see at the bar in our concert/ opera theatre where every one seems to need a drink . 

It's also like a runway, not the crush we have at interval. It's very spread out on a terrace that wraps the theatre. It's more a promenade while munching on something.

However the toilets are just like home, crowded, but the toilets were very old with chipped seats. At the Paris Opera. I ask you - What's happening!!!

At the end there were the usual number of curtain calls and lots of cheering from the crowd . 

The theatre cleared quickly all rushing, not for cars parked underground, but for public transport. Me included on the no 69 which took me home to the left bank via Rue Rivoli, the Louvre, over the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower then delivered me to Blv St Germaine where I got a phone call from Steve as I walked home. Happy Birthday Steve. Wish you were here.  

Tomorrow Monet's house at Giverny.