Day 3 – Chateau Versailles and Montmartre:
After a few days in Paris, the trip members were beginning to pick up some of the more useful French words to help them along in communicating with the locals: ‘bonjour’ (hello), ‘s’il vous plait’ (please), ‘pardon’ (I think you can figure that one out), ‘eau’ (water), amongst a few others. For everything else, they turn to me (I’m fluent in French) or to a couple of trip members with French skills of their own. Maddie, Adam, Matt W and Dylan know a bit here and there and Maddie has even ordered her meal in French a number of times and passed the ‘test.’ The ‘test’ consists of ordering in French and seeing the response of the server. If they reply in English, well quite simply you’ve failed at blending in as a local, and if they come back in French, you’ve done your French teacher proud and passed!
In the morning, we traveled in the metro system (they’re all metro aficionados by now) to Chateau Versailles, the home (if you can call it a home) of Kings Louis 14, 15 and 16. I use the term home loosely, as I would have probably called it a village myself – if villages were adorned with 24K gold everywhere, more statues than one could count and enough marble and tapestries to decorate a home for everyone reading this update.
Being a group, we got to skip the regular line-up (which we would estimate as being at least a few hours long), and we met our tour guide for an incredible tour of the palace. If you follow along with the photo blog, you’ll start to see at this point one of the games we’ve got going on for our trip. We refer to it as ‘Scene Recreation.’ The goal of this game is to find a painting or a statue that we would then recreate. Points are awarded for the amount of people included, good use of props and creativity. Robby and Sydney F have been the biggest enthusiasts so far, leaving the others far behind – they always return to the meeting spot exclaiming, “You’ve got to see the photos we’ve got!”
After our guided tour, we explored the gardens of Versailles (think more ‘National Park’), and then made our way into the side streets in the surrounding area. Marissa (trip director) had been tipped off to a delicious crêpe (think thin pancakes, and think delicious) house not too far from where we were. She quickly searched out with Sydney E, Sarah, Dylan and Maddie in tow, excited by the thought of authentic French crêpes.
The rest of the group found a café, which from what we were told, served the best pizza of their lives. From now on, when anyone orders pizza, the first question is “Is it like the seafood pizza?” Tyler and Andy must have mentioned the seafood pizza to me at least six times that day.
For our dinner, we traveled over to an area of Paris called Montmartre. It’s the part of the city that’s on a hill, making it rather unique. We dined at Saint Regis under the patronage of an incredible host, Jacques. He spoke English very well and gave us a very friendly and entertaining welcome. When taking the orders, the appetizer options were either salad or paté. The only brave one among us, wanting to try the French fare that we had traveled so far to get, was Ben. This then prompted one of the greatest culinary reviews I have ever heard. “Ben, how was the paté?” “It tasted, kind of what…I would think…cat food tastes like.” Clearly, paté isn’t for Ben.
After our delicious meals, most people enjoyed their dessert of profiteroles, a newly discovered treat for most of those indulging. We then set off on our short climb up the hill in Montmartre to the top, which is home to La Sacrée Coeur. On the way up the many stairs, Baui managed to piggyback Andy up two flights of stairs, while most others struggled getting just themselves up. We took in the culture of the small cafés that line the streets and the artists that pedal their wares and talents. I think some of the best portrait artists in the world were there, quickly whipping out hand-drawn portraits for sale. We then took a quick walk over the world famous Moulin Rouge to take a picture outside and to mark a point for all the trip members to return to when they make their way back to Paris when they’re older.
A la prochaine!
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