Paris, je t’aim
Wednesday, December 10th, 2008It is all a bit surreal being back at home, but I’m missing the bus trips and walking tours already! It’s very good to be off the plane though, and having access to fruit and vegetables again is also a nice bonus
It’s hard writing just one post to sum up the whole experience, everything was just amazing!
Rome was so busy, and it was great to see all the things I had only heard about before. The sheer scale of the Colloseum, the intricate paintings and carvings that cover every surface of the Vatican, even the not so nice hospital in Rome (I’ll apprectiate Australia’s ones much more from now on!), they will all stay in my memories for some time to come. The pasta was very good, as I had expected, and the pizzas were different to the ones we get most of the time back here, but like what I make at home; thin base, not much cheese, and not too much topping. Slightly different though, the ones from Rome we got were about sixty centimetres in diameter!
Driving along the coast was just how I remembered it, all tiny houses perched on the side of mountains and thin, winding roads that let the bus driver really show off his skills. Florence was great, so incredibly wet that at one point I had water sloshing around in my boots, but nontheless awesome. It’s quite a surprise to emerge from a little side alley and see a massive church in the middle of such a tightly packed city!
I must admit that I was quite relieved to get to France in the end, being able to communicate easily makes it easier to take in everything else. In Roquebrune we actually got smiles, a nice change after being mistaken for English travellers at nearly every shop, although being a school group probably didn’t help. I really liked Roquebrune, the seaside life mixed with the French culture really appeals to me and I would quite enjoy living there one day. Our hotel was just across the road from the beach, and it was a good thing that there was something between us and the waves, the road ended up covered in sand, rocks and water, it looked just like the beach!
Montpellier was a change, and staying with somebody who only spoke French turned out to be really good, if a bit daunting at first. With the help of my dictionary I was able to say everything I wanted to, and ended up having some really good conversations with my host. She also introduced me to the wonderful île flotante, or “floating island”, custard with a lump of fluffy meringue, all covered in caramel, and laughed when I said that I hoped to find them in Australia, but would really miss them if unable to. The kind I had was packaged, but I have found a recipe here (link) and hope to make it in the holidays, miam-miam!
We only had one night in Paris, but what a night it was! Managed to see the Eiffel Tour, Louvre, Notre-Dame, walk along the banks of the Seine, stroll along the Champs-Elysees, and even do a little bit of shopping at Galleries Lafayettes!
Everything was awesome, but it was the people who made the trip what it was. Latin scholars: eratis optimi. To the French speakers: vous etes formidables. Merci beaucoup and multas gratis tibi ago!










