Tuesday, July 03, 2018

Paris not Texas but a Texan connection

Walt has recently been in the wonderful city of Paris with friends and has been out and about in the city of  Paris. He and his friends took a boat cruise along the Seine, surely a thing everyone should do when they visit Paris. Here is a link to Walt's Paris posts and I have enjoyed seeing Paris through his eyes immensely. The most recent post will be at the top.

We took a lunch cruise when we visited Paris and it was absolutely wonderful, the sights, the food, the wine, and the company as we lunched with two woman travellers, both from Texas, one a born and bred Texan, and the other Scottish. I think they were just friends, and if they were more than friends, they gave nothing away. I can't remember their names now, but one of them I think was called Lorna. I always take notes when I am on holidays, where I expected to find there names, but I cannot find notes for this holiday. We had stayed a few days in Singapore, and a few in London and the Paris visit was by boat train Eurostar the day after we arrived in London. A few days later we headed north to R's home city by train.

We boarded the boat on the Seine and were seated at our table. R went off to the toilet, so it was just the three of us. The official photographer came along and I reacted badly. I do not know these women, and no, I don't want my photo taken with them. You know, it was a wonderful day but a hard start being up at 5.30, coach from Lancaster Gate to St Pancras Station, Eurostar to Paris, using euros for the first time. Instead of Eiffel Tower first then lunch cruise, things were reversed. I am in a strange city and I don't know what I am doing. I did not react well.

You guess which one was Texan born and which one Scottish? The Scottish woman had lived and worked in Australia too. That is my hand on one's shoulder and R was with the other woman in the photos taken by the waiter, and I have cropped us out of the photos, but they are ok photos of us too.



The elegantly presented food began to arrive after the aperitifs, then the wine flowed. Dessert followed with liqueurs and coffee. We had an absolute ball with these two women. The Scot remained Scottish with her sense of humour, which was great, but the Texan born broke down any stereotypical views I had of Americans. She did have a sense of irony and humour that might come from the bitchiest gay queen. It is not unreasonable to suggest that we were well and truly four sheets to the wind by the end of the cruise (dear Gosia, you will have to google four sheets to the wind). 

Then we had to climb the Eiffel Tower, full of fine food and drinks. Fortunately we had queue bypass tickets and there was a lift. I was using my first digital camera and most of my photos of Paris were taken from from the coach. I did take some ok photos from the Eiffel Tower. I will show you the best of in the next Paris post. 

So in no special order, RO, Sandra, Strayer, Dora, The Padre, Maribeth...you all live in the US. Maybe you know these lasses? Walt and Ken in France have family in the US. Maybe one of their family members will know them. (It is awful to explain jokes, but I know someone will take this seriously. Often when travelling, someone will say to an Australian something like, ah, my brother lives in Melbourne. Perhaps you know him? In a city of nearly 5 million people, it is unlikely)

Seriously, stranger things happen in this world than I would connect with these two women via this post.

At the end of wonderful Seine cruise, one of the women suggested we keep in touch via email. I metaphorically said luv, I said pet, I said luv. It is like two gay men exchanging phone numbers to keep in touch. Swap numbers, you will never hear from him again. One gives the phone number, and the onus is on the other to call. Call me! We had nothing in common with these women, but who knows what might happen if you give things a chance. I really regret not getting theirs, or giving them our email address. While unlikely, it may have been the beginning of a long term friendship.

It is really weird, like earlier this year when I remembered the lovely Jacqueline dying exactly one year after she  she died, it is exactly ten years ago since we were in Paris. I began this post as soon as Walt started posting Paris photos but it only occured to me to do some work on it now, which meant finding the right dvd with the photos, and I realised the ten year thing. After looking at photos, I've remembered how beautiful is Paris. No city in the world that I have seen even comes close. Just don't walk on the grass in parks. It is vorboten interdit. 

31 comments:

  1. Recently I met a woman, in all placed, the Radiology Department of the hospital I've been going to for tests.
    We talked like old friends for about an hour. I felt I'd known her from somewhere.
    But, my name was called, and she was gone when I left. I never got her name or number or anything.
    I feel like I missed a chance to meet a new friend.

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    1. Maribeth, that is so common and so sad. We experience similar often in our lift at home, where you have a twenty second conversation with someone and you really like them, but then don't see them again for a month or more.

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  2. That is a pity you didn't exchange email addresses. Technology makes it so easy to keep in touch these days.

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    1. Marie, I can only fatalistic say, it wasn't meant to be. Yes, R no longer has to pre book a call to England on Christmas Day.

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  3. I'm with you on the 'could of been - never know what' aspect of travelling.

    Oh Paris - visted once in 1988 but never forgotten. Do wish we could go again, doubt it will happen so will relive through the very few photos we took. One eye opener (for me) was seeing lots of nude sunbathing in one stretch along the sides of the Seine while we took our lunchtime cruise.

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    1. Cathy, I don't know why the French get their capital city so right and we get Australia's capital cities so wrong. Nude sunbathing! I'll bet they were all of the wrong age to be of interest.

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  4. Paris...
    There is romance in just the word.

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    1. EC, indeed there is, and even the cynical yourself is attracted by the romance of Paris.

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  5. I was very close to a Hungarian woman in Melbourne who introduced us to her sister in Budapest. The sister provided cheap, central rooms on our next trip, great advice about restaurants and parks, and introduced us to her friends. Then my brother in law went to Budapest and met even more of Eva's friends.

    Chance meetings can be the start of great friendships.

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    1. Perfect example Hels, and never mind the kindness of people who I have met through my blog.

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  6. On the subject of "Paris", I loved the movie "Paris, Texas"...and I love the soundtrack music by Ry Cooder. I still have the cassette.

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    1. Lee, I have seen it and I remember loving the movie. The US was making some interesting movies then post Deliverance. I also remembering liking Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe and The Bridges of Madison County, and it must have been about the same time, Hotel New Hampshire.

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  7. I love Paris. When I was working in London I'd often take a late plane to Paris on Friday evening, and return on Sunday night. They were short weekends but I loved every second.

    I will say that the one with the long hair and white T Shirt is the Scottish lass.

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    1. Cro, I can imagine the attraction of Paris over London for a youngish man. It is a good thing you are not a gambler, as you got it totally wrong. The Scottish woman's laugh is much more restrained than the out there Texan's laugh.

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  8. Thanks for the kind words and the link! I don't recognize either of the ladies. Strange, given that there are only about 325 million Americans... you'd think I'd have met each of them at least once! Looking forward to seeing your Paris shots!

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    1. Walt, mostly photos from the Eiffel Tower but I like those the best.

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  9. Do know exactly what you mean exchanging emails/phone numbers - never kept in touch, then oneday out of the blue somehow you get in touch, have no idea how!
    Holiday time can be such fun with people whom you just met..

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    1. Margaret, I think, after many drinks, I may have said at the suggestion, why? So you can not email us and we not email you? Pretty awful really and yes, I do really regret it. But the point was subsequently proved when the couple we met in Canada emailed us when they returned from the travels and I sent a really nice email back, and we haven't heard from them since.

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  10. I think Paris is only beautiful for tourists ! The Frenchs don't like it, it's dirty and neglected and the food is nothing special either compared to the rest of the country. I have been there helping a friend moving and lived there for 10 days, that was enough for my whole life and I am not far from Paris.

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    1. Gattina, yes, Paris is their city and they have their own issues with it, and of course I am talking from a tourist perspective. It is the only way I can see places. Aside from awful graffiti as we arrived by Eurostar, we found any area we were in to be clean. But yes, of course we were only in tourist places.

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  11. After ten years I probably wouldn't remember anything about anywhere. I'm a "let it go" type of person. I suppose that comes of moving around so much, first as a child, then later with a military husband.
    I'm looking forward to seeing your Paris photo though. My brother has been, and has photos of those burial chambers filled with skulls.

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    1. River, I do remember the past quite well, and what I forget, R remembers. The skulls are from the French Revolution? We didn't see them. R hates such things too.

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  12. I have always wanted to see the city of Paris! The food and atmosphere makes it so intriguing to travel to someday. It looks like you guys had an amazing vacation, looking forward to seeing more photos.
    World of Animals

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    1. WoA, we barely touched the sides of seeing Paris. I've seen many cities, including New York, but nothing is quite like Paris.

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  13. Your post reminded me of our first visit to Paris in 1984 when we lived in Germany. We joined a 5 or 6 day bus tour with me and hubby being the only non-Germans and a lot younger than the Germans too. We walked lots, saw lots and came back fascinated with the wide avenues and space around the monuments.
    I went back in 2011 when my daughter lived there for 1 year and enjoyed visiting it again, but the city felt different to me.

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    1. Sami, just your last phrase, what do you mean by feeling different to your earlier great impressions of Paris?

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    2. The city was dirtier, lots of beggars, lots of graffiti on walls, less friendliness towards foreigners, unhelpful people...

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  14. Ah Paree, j'adore! I've been trois times and that's probably it considering my ever growing fear of flying. The first lady is the Scot, I'd recognise a fellow Scot anywhere ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€

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    1. Grace, you are dead correct.

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