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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