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Friday, November 27, 2009
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Paris (2) Paris
the last day of the year, resigned to never seeing the sun to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bmy girlfriend and I went to visit the Eiffel Tower. We had had rain and snow. Now playing haze.
As we walked, we were besieging the hawkers with souvenirs of the visit. Unfortunately, there was no variety, or craft in memories. All shirts offered exactly the same with a tiny Eiffel Tower, probably manufactured in China, although very well done. I should have bought one.
me past the Orsay museum (or was it the Man?), Who say it is highly recommended, even more than the Louvre, but that will remain for another visit. From the terrace of the Palais de C, people watched the tower.
Below the tower, Palace gardens.
gardens and crossed the bridge and arrived at our destination. We found that there were about 400 meters from tail, two elevators (located in the tower legs) did not work, that was only one for climbing and one for down, and that at times rising from the plants had not higher. Is that the tower has three levels, and to buy the promotion you have to choose if one is to go to the first floor only, or only the top two.
is difficult to appreciate the scale of construction in a photo, but it really impressed by his height. I think it is also the tallest building in Paris and its dome is a broadcast antenna. On clear days, it can be seen from people that are tens of kilometers away. At night, a blue light rotates 360 degrees to illuminate the distance.
This was the view of the tower from the tail, about two hours before finally gaining entry.
Expect those two hours, two hours, was the most painful moment of the whole stay in Paris. Were below zero, by the river, with fog and wind, almost static, and poorly clothed. It was a bit eager to mourn, or to begin to kill the French, I do not know. Jump on the site, or go stopping at one foot and then on the other, helped by a little to prevent gangrene. I was so disgusted with a look I had a cast, he was a cabinet that weighed twice as much as I repent and leave the row. He would hit for less, and that I am not violent. But talk of the Parisian atmosphere of hostility.
I do not know, at least they could make the tail out in a spiral, and surrounded by tapes, so there is a little more warmth and so that no leakage. Just when we were to pay, enabling access to the upper floors, which until then had been closed by frost, so we piled into the elevator, which gives a little dizzy.
We quickly
the first floor without stopping ...
I would not be a mechanic of the tower. Think that much of the built in winter, eating boiled potatoes ... As the saying goes, "there is nothing you can not get to have imagination, determination, and an unlimited amount of cheap labor."
Parisian roofs are one of the things I liked about the city. They say that in World War II, the city surrendered quickly to avoid being bombed.
Some more views from the second floor ...
was still up something like half.
After eating something light, we climb to the top of the tower. The fog was intense, and the metal dripped moisture, the wind threw the poor unfortunates who were still queuing.
The Parc du Champ de Mars:
After a couple of hours visiting the tower, got out and walked quickly to try to recover some heat. Yes, the focus of this visit is the cold. We got into the first restaurant we could find warm, but could not smoke.
was already night, and were something like 5 or 6 pm. This church I liked:
end of the year was, so we joined my cousin and went to dinner at an excellent Italian restaurant, until we be in 2009. Took a tour of the Barrio Latino:
After a drink in a bar, back to the hotel. The subway was free to lead people to avoid drunk, which I think is a very smart. Paris seems like drunkenness that lasts long, the next day also travel free, although we found out and the machine will gladly accept our tickets.
On the morning of January first went to the Louvre, but was closed so we got on the subway and got on Montmartre, where the Basilica of Sacre Coeur .
few minutes later my cousin came Lautaro, a champion among champions:
entered to see a bit what was inside the basilica.
Montmartre has a reputation as an artists' quarter. Probably is not, but the seats are full of artists trying to sell their works, some of them very interesting.
ate in a typical restaurant in the neighborhood. For typical Montmartre means a pleasant place, with live piano and tables so close together that it is impossible to open minimally elbows to eat. I could not convince my cousin to play something on the piano, but instead discovered mustard, a distinctively French mustard is very strong and you are not from the mouth at times.
walk through a neighborhood Moors. Our goal was to get to the bar in front of the Pompidou remembered with a tear in the eye radiators and ashtrays. Covered with a scarf to his nose, passed by the Moulin Rouge .
Another landmark of the city of lights, the Galleries Lafayette (same as in Mar del Plata):
After a dose of heat and snuff, we got kicked out again the bar, so we went back to the hotel.
The last day is dedicated to Louvre, where we arrived just before doubling his long tail. In the center, the controversy glass pyramid, which in turn almost triggered a political crisis in France which is central The Da Vinci Code. Works as input: the lockers are just below.
The museum is too big to cross it on a good day. So, like good tourists, we decided to go see the Mona Lisa and some other famous works of art. In fact, the Mona Lisa is the big hit , while there are many guards whose sole job is to get people to circulate. It proved impossible to take a picture front. In fact, as is the only painting under glass that reflects, and the minimum distance was several feet, it not only can well appreciate, but actually it can not even see.
Here you can see people matted to view it (the painting is right, out of frame). The only person who won was a lady in a wheelchair, which left her close to the side.
A painting rather macabre:
The Virgin of the Rocks , another painting of the book by Dan Brown. It's a little lost among others, and that no one looked, and I'm sure most of you wanted to see, if only by the book.
The Church of the Living Dead (and a little metal, too):
As Kundera says, smiling children in painting are always evil. Czech author explains that this is because before it was considered that when someone laughs, stop thinking and not thinking is the gateway to the devil. They are also curious woman's breasts (the shoulder pads have). I think that the painter had never seen a tit in his life.
This was one of the paintings that I liked most about the exhibition. It sounds like Rembrandt. I think it shows the ruins of a pagan temple, those who torn down across Europe to put a church on top.
And with that ends the visit to the Louvre. The truth is that I did not like too much as a museum. Although it may be due to fatigue and hunger, I just criticize the museum is governed more by the principle of accumulation by a strictly aesthetic. There is huge room with a table identical to another. For example, there are three huge rooms dedicated to painting of the nineteenth century France (or was it England?). All paintings are religious, and all of them is an important character painted in France almost fluorescent blue that has nothing to do with the rest of the colors used. And a glance at dozens of artists and all with the same artistic principles. With half room enough. Certainly have better pictures in the tank. It is also noticeable lack of English writers, have only lost a couple of tables in a corner. Of course, I discovered some spectacular pictures did not know at all. But I think there's too much chaff and little wheat.
And because the views are questionable, I'll finish the post about my visit to Paris discussing one of the things that caught my attention. We all saw on TV the incidents in the Paris suburbs, with thousands of cars burned several years ago. The suburbs, real commieblocks clearly speak lack of integration and to discrimination. This is also noticeable in other cities such as Amsterdam and Brussels, for example.
But in Paris there was something different, palpable in the looks, the way you walk, and a lack of civility. There was resentment, was aggressive, he looks defiant, like someone looking for a fight. In any European city had been so hostile general (and I have felt again since, and I even caught a bit during my visit). I do not know what the faults in French society, they say is that the first-generation Muslim immigrants meekly accepted have fewer rights than the natives, while the second generation, the current does not accept the situation. Maybe. But soon, I found a company with some problems. While walking through the streets, I thought that if the relationship between hostility and burned cars were proportional in Argentina would all bike. In any case, again, I still like living in Barcelona. 
the last day of the year, resigned to never seeing the sun to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bmy girlfriend and I went to visit the Eiffel Tower. We had had rain and snow. Now playing haze.
As we walked, we were besieging the hawkers with souvenirs of the visit. Unfortunately, there was no variety, or craft in memories. All shirts offered exactly the same with a tiny Eiffel Tower, probably manufactured in China, although very well done. I should have bought one.
me past the Orsay museum (or was it the Man?), Who say it is highly recommended, even more than the Louvre, but that will remain for another visit. From the terrace of the Palais de C, people watched the tower.
Below the tower, Palace gardens.
gardens and crossed the bridge and arrived at our destination. We found that there were about 400 meters from tail, two elevators (located in the tower legs) did not work, that was only one for climbing and one for down, and that at times rising from the plants had not higher. Is that the tower has three levels, and to buy the promotion you have to choose if one is to go to the first floor only, or only the top two.
is difficult to appreciate the scale of construction in a photo, but it really impressed by his height. I think it is also the tallest building in Paris and its dome is a broadcast antenna. On clear days, it can be seen from people that are tens of kilometers away. At night, a blue light rotates 360 degrees to illuminate the distance.
This was the view of the tower from the tail, about two hours before finally gaining entry.
Expect those two hours, two hours, was the most painful moment of the whole stay in Paris. Were below zero, by the river, with fog and wind, almost static, and poorly clothed. It was a bit eager to mourn, or to begin to kill the French, I do not know. Jump on the site, or go stopping at one foot and then on the other, helped by a little to prevent gangrene. I was so disgusted with a look I had a cast, he was a cabinet that weighed twice as much as I repent and leave the row. He would hit for less, and that I am not violent. But talk of the Parisian atmosphere of hostility.
I do not know, at least they could make the tail out in a spiral, and surrounded by tapes, so there is a little more warmth and so that no leakage. Just when we were to pay, enabling access to the upper floors, which until then had been closed by frost, so we piled into the elevator, which gives a little dizzy.
We quickly the first floor without stopping ...
I would not be a mechanic of the tower. Think that much of the built in winter, eating boiled potatoes ... As the saying goes, "there is nothing you can not get to have imagination, determination, and an unlimited amount of cheap labor."
Parisian roofs are one of the things I liked about the city. They say that in World War II, the city surrendered quickly to avoid being bombed.
Some more views from the second floor ...
was still up something like half.
After eating something light, we climb to the top of the tower. The fog was intense, and the metal dripped moisture, the wind threw the poor unfortunates who were still queuing.
The Parc du Champ de Mars:
After a couple of hours visiting the tower, got out and walked quickly to try to recover some heat. Yes, the focus of this visit is the cold. We got into the first restaurant we could find warm, but could not smoke.
was already night, and were something like 5 or 6 pm. This church I liked:
end of the year was, so we joined my cousin and went to dinner at an excellent Italian restaurant, until we be in 2009. Took a tour of the Barrio Latino:
After a drink in a bar, back to the hotel. The subway was free to lead people to avoid drunk, which I think is a very smart. Paris seems like drunkenness that lasts long, the next day also travel free, although we found out and the machine will gladly accept our tickets.
On the morning of January first went to the Louvre, but was closed so we got on the subway and got on Montmartre, where the Basilica of Sacre Coeur .
few minutes later my cousin came Lautaro, a champion among champions:
entered to see a bit what was inside the basilica.
Montmartre has a reputation as an artists' quarter. Probably is not, but the seats are full of artists trying to sell their works, some of them very interesting.
ate in a typical restaurant in the neighborhood. For typical Montmartre means a pleasant place, with live piano and tables so close together that it is impossible to open minimally elbows to eat. I could not convince my cousin to play something on the piano, but instead discovered mustard, a distinctively French mustard is very strong and you are not from the mouth at times.
walk through a neighborhood Moors. Our goal was to get to the bar in front of the Pompidou remembered with a tear in the eye radiators and ashtrays. Covered with a scarf to his nose, passed by the Moulin Rouge .
Another landmark of the city of lights, the Galleries Lafayette (same as in Mar del Plata):
After a dose of heat and snuff, we got kicked out again the bar, so we went back to the hotel.
The last day is dedicated to Louvre, where we arrived just before doubling his long tail. In the center, the controversy glass pyramid, which in turn almost triggered a political crisis in France which is central The Da Vinci Code. Works as input: the lockers are just below.
The museum is too big to cross it on a good day. So, like good tourists, we decided to go see the Mona Lisa and some other famous works of art. In fact, the Mona Lisa is the big hit , while there are many guards whose sole job is to get people to circulate. It proved impossible to take a picture front. In fact, as is the only painting under glass that reflects, and the minimum distance was several feet, it not only can well appreciate, but actually it can not even see.
Here you can see people matted to view it (the painting is right, out of frame). The only person who won was a lady in a wheelchair, which left her close to the side.
A painting rather macabre:
The Virgin of the Rocks , another painting of the book by Dan Brown. It's a little lost among others, and that no one looked, and I'm sure most of you wanted to see, if only by the book.
The Church of the Living Dead (and a little metal, too):
As Kundera says, smiling children in painting are always evil. Czech author explains that this is because before it was considered that when someone laughs, stop thinking and not thinking is the gateway to the devil. They are also curious woman's breasts (the shoulder pads have). I think that the painter had never seen a tit in his life.
This was one of the paintings that I liked most about the exhibition. It sounds like Rembrandt. I think it shows the ruins of a pagan temple, those who torn down across Europe to put a church on top.
And with that ends the visit to the Louvre. The truth is that I did not like too much as a museum. Although it may be due to fatigue and hunger, I just criticize the museum is governed more by the principle of accumulation by a strictly aesthetic. There is huge room with a table identical to another. For example, there are three huge rooms dedicated to painting of the nineteenth century France (or was it England?). All paintings are religious, and all of them is an important character painted in France almost fluorescent blue that has nothing to do with the rest of the colors used. And a glance at dozens of artists and all with the same artistic principles. With half room enough. Certainly have better pictures in the tank. It is also noticeable lack of English writers, have only lost a couple of tables in a corner. Of course, I discovered some spectacular pictures did not know at all. But I think there's too much chaff and little wheat.
And because the views are questionable, I'll finish the post about my visit to Paris discussing one of the things that caught my attention. We all saw on TV the incidents in the Paris suburbs, with thousands of cars burned several years ago. The suburbs, real commieblocks clearly speak lack of integration and to discrimination. This is also noticeable in other cities such as Amsterdam and Brussels, for example.
But in Paris there was something different, palpable in the looks, the way you walk, and a lack of civility. There was resentment, was aggressive, he looks defiant, like someone looking for a fight. In any European city had been so hostile general (and I have felt again since, and I even caught a bit during my visit). I do not know what the faults in French society, they say is that the first-generation Muslim immigrants meekly accepted have fewer rights than the natives, while the second generation, the current does not accept the situation. Maybe. But soon, I found a company with some problems. While walking through the streets, I thought that if the relationship between hostility and burned cars were proportional in Argentina would all bike. In any case, again, I still like living in Barcelona.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
How Much Oil In A Mini Copper
The end of last year, after spending Christmas with family in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bmy girlfriend and I went to Paris (in Catalonia usually spends New Year with family or friends). Also, my cousin was living there, so it was a good plan.
We arrived on December 29 Airport Charles de Gaulle , the most important and closest to the city. There are other much more distant airports, and usually are the usual destination for cheap flights, but this time we were lucky.
In the center of the building had some curious escalators tucked into transparent tubes, and with a setting that seemed quite whimsical.
Although it is the nearest airport, arriving in Paris is not cheap: about 8 euros in an hour's train trip through the villages on the outskirts. How to get to Barcelona airport costs only 0.70, these things always seem expensive.
It was incredibly cold, and as always, had taken less clothes. So I put everything I had, I regretted not having brought a pair of pajamas to wear it below jeans and went outside. We had a drink with my cousin Lautaro, who had not seen for months, and went for a walk around.
We passed the Paris Opera , they say, is equal to the Teatro Colon in Buenos Aires. Or rather the reverse.
I love those faces tough film, which can only be found in France, like the lady waiting to cross into the next photo.
One downside of traveling to Paris in December is that the days are too short. So, taking advantage of the last moments of light, we headed to the Louvre. We passed a hotel tastefully lit.
The Louvre, across the street. The pyramid is stuck to the left, so I did not discover until a couple of days later.
The Louvre is truly immense. Everything you see above is a museum. And is not even half of what it is. Here, a photo of one of its corners. If security measures are not seen. But it was too cold to try to take the Monalisa of souvenir. Next time.
As there were hours of entering the museum, we went to the Seine. We went through the park of the Tuileries.
Along the river, the combination of cold and humidity was unbearable. He felt the cold up through the soles of shoes (sneakers ). So we went a little wobbly, to find the first street full of people we could find.
And we found it. We started walking down the avenue of the Champs Elysees towards the Arc de Triomphe. In the first we saw Benetton bought some wool caps to see if the ears were saved. We were walking around in a while: French heating works very well.
After gathering some courage, we continue walking and reached the Arc de Triomphe .
not remember very well what I did at night. Yes, the hotel elevator was so small for two persons had to be embraced, or at least be confident. I remember it well because smoking, as is increasingly common in European countries, had to leave the street. So many bars have a few tables outside which are under cover, completely surrounded by glass and quite heated. Hopefully, it's almost like being inside, but the government legally can not prevent smoke in the "outside."
The next day we went early to Notre Dame . I was surprised to discover that is located on an island in the middle of the Seine. While crossing a bridge became one of those boats that I say I'm going to go up and never enough time.
I must admit that the bridges of Paris did not seem as romantic as they say. Surely improve in the spring. Anyway, not bad.
A couple of photos to go one know why. Does the Conciergerie?
"Sainte Chapelle? "L'Hôpital? There are many buildings for such a small island.
First approach to Notre Dame. Despite having promised tail light rain.
Once inside, turned around inside, like lambs, sheep, or any type of livestock. We were so close that if we jumped we were left floating in the air, sustained by mankind.
me past the main actor, or perhaps a priest, or both at once.
Here we see the audience, sitting in a rather uncomfortable chairs (say that before the entrance to the function was free). Anyway, the room had good acoustics. But the actor spoke softly, and in French, so I was not aware of what was the work.
The main tourist attraction is its cathedral tower, the view from the top are spectacular. Of course, I was at work, so we could not climb. Here
the back of Notre Dame. As in the churches of the Netherlands, I like much more than the input.
As we walked away from the cathedral, mile 0 of the French route, symbolically the heart of the country, began falling snowflakes on the city, and that they say is almost impossible for snow in Paris. We walked a while for the Latin Quarter, Boulevard Saint-Germain, until the Pantheon .
Opposite the Sorbonne "central."
The Mairie du 5e Arrondissement (I think it is the headquarters of the 5th district):
It was almost four in the afternoon, and here the water was frozen. In fact, here it was freezing with that dotted the lions.
I thought it was an important school. But perhaps it was not.
L 'Hôtel de Ville . Front had set up a skating rink.
In the nearby streets were very busy, and I think that's when we found our favorite bar, in front of the Pompidou and an "outside" quite tight and warm. In fact, both times we went we had to take, is that since we spent the transgressors (at 19:30, what a crazy night ...).
Without heat radiators, our walk down the street was short and nothing. We took refuge in the subway, going to the hotel. They say that in Paris the subway smells bad, and so rotten pipe. It is true (and what will be in summer).
Well, in another post I continue with the last three days in Paris, including Eiffel Tower, the end of the year, the Louvre, something more, and even daring to promise to return to talk about things that do not quite understand, as the theme of racial tension Paris.
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