A spare day in Paris before heading south to Bayonne and then onto St Jean Pied de Port from where I will start walking Camino de Santiago. A day which Hans The Hiker spent flaneuring in Paris…
I slept really well in Lise’s sofa bed. I woke up at 6.20am after waking up once only during the night. Perfect peregrino time to wake up, 6.20am.
However, I woke up with seriously red and watery eyes. I was not sure whether the redness was because of the very long day yesterday or my mild allergy to cats or both. I doubt the wine was the main culprit as we didn’t have very much. Oh well…
Another fine day in Paris. Morning view from Lise and Greg’s apartment.
So what’s a man to do with himself in Paris on a glorious day, as Lise and Greg both had to work? Flaneuring, of course. To possibly my two favourite places in Paris. Both are also free. Funny that…
Mind you, I ended up walking 14.5km even on a “slow” day of flaneuring.
I first walked to Pere Lachaise, the rumble and tumble cemetery where one or two famous people are buried.
There is a side entry only 300 meters from Lise and Greg’s place so I walked there first. Closed. At 10.30am. When the sign clearly said that it would open at 8.30am. So I walked around to the main entrance.
Refer the map of where to go.
This time there was no old hippie sitting in front of this grave muttering. You know; the “he died all too young”, “he had so much creativity left”, “life is not fair” kind of character.
Yes, we are talking about the grave for a certain James Douglas Morrison, better known as Jim Morrison, one-time lead singer of The Doors.
I visited a couple of other old buried favourites:
Oscar Wilde whose mausoleum for a better word Good Mrs kissed 10 years ago. Kissing the stone is no longer possible as there is a transparent screen in front of it now.
And of course Victor Noir’s grave. Rub a certain body part for good fertility. Or so the saying goes. That theory has clearly been tested.
My next flaneuring destination was the world’s original Highline park, Promenade Plantee. The rail line that became a vertical park when Bastille railway station was demolished to make way for Paris Opera House.
Yes, this Highline was created before New York City’s famous Highline. Promenade Plantee starts on top of and behind that brick wall…
I had bought myself some baguette (bread), charcuterie (cold meat) and fromage (cheese) so I had my lunch up there. Nice, hey?
The Promenade Plantee eventually ceases to be a Highline and descends down to street level. Still very nice.
I then returned to Camp De Courville aka Lisa and Greg’s place via purchasing a SIM card.
I was serviced by a very nice bloke from Bangladesh who perhaps was not the sharpest guy ever. It took a while for him to get it activated and to work but he managed eventually.
A few lazy hours followed waiting for the inhabitants to return from respective work.
Once Lise came home, we wandered off to a local bistro called Ugosevlino. We had a Friday pre-dinner drink as we waited for Greg to return home from a business trip to Lille.
I finished off my Parisian stay with a typical Parisian bistro meal of pullet, frites, jus and salat. A few pics from the bistro. Here are Lise and Greg, my hosts for the two nights.
Me and Lise.
Afterwards, we strolled back to Lise and Greg’s place, had a cup of tea and went to bed not long before midnight. A most pleasant day followed by a most pleasant evening. Good night.