I just realized it’s been a whole year since I went to Paris. And it took me a year to finally edit photos and find my way through all the feels to finally post the Paris entries! Haha
So throwback to last year, days two and three were spent touring some more of Paris, and then on my last day I went to visit the town of Versailles to visit the ever so famous Chateau de Versailles!
(This is quite a photo-heavy post, just a little warning.)
The famous bookstore that I absolutely fell in love with. Quite possibly my favorite bookstore in the whole world, because it has been around since after World War II (the original was closed down during the war), they sell old & new books, writers/artists can even live here temporarily for free as long as if you help with chores/work during your stay, there’s a small nook with a typewriter so visitors from around the world can leave messages (you bet your bottom dollar I left mine), there’s a piano you can play (someone was playing the piano the day I was there, I sat around and listened for a good 10 minutes), and they let you sit and read if you wish. The day I went, BJ Novak was scheduled to do a reading for his book that night, I still can’t believe I missed it.
After doing a little book shopping, I had a quick “lunch” at Café Le Petit Pont, which is one shop down from Shakespeare & Co., and like a true Paris tourist, I ordered a crepe and some cappucino — yes, for lunch because why the heck not? Also, they had wifi (or as the waiter said, while looking at me weirdly, “Weefee?” Yes, good sir, weefee.) which is my very biased way of picking which restaurants/cafes to eat at. Honestly though, looking for a place to eat in Paris was intimidating, because that meant I had to interact with true Parisians and honestly they do kind of scare me a bit.
The weekend I was in Paris also happened to be the same weekend of Fete de la Musique (basically a music festival happening around Paris, people are performing everywhere.) These guys we’re so good. (If you go through my IG, you’ll find an instavideo of them) and the girl was just utter French perfection. The guy in green offered me some chocolate, too. That’s about the nicest thing a French person has ever done during my short stay there. (Aside from this old guy who was sitting next to me on a bench, he saw me looking exasperated while looking down at the Paris map and he kindly offered, “Would you like some help?” It was really nice.)
I know, I make it sound like Parisians are so horrible. They’re not. But the cultural difference is a little shocking to me. They absolutely hate when you assume they understand English (happened to me at a pastry shop), and so I tested the theory of learning a little bit of basic Frnech and putting it to use, so when I got lost looking for the bus stop, I went to ask a woman for directions, in French I asked if she understood English because I dont speak Frnech at all, she smiled and said she understood a little English and continued to help me navigate which bus stop I should be waiting at.
Notre Dame was in walking distance from Shakespear & Co., but I didn’t bother touring the area because this was one of the most heavily populated areas by tourists. I just noped the heck out of there and continued on to tour the rest of Paris by bus.
The narrow streets of Montmartre.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to tour Montmartre much by foot. :-( There is always next time, of course!
Early morning selfie before heading to Versailles. Yes, I am aware that it isn’t vertical, but I don’t know why it shows up like this when the uploaded version is right side up.
Anyway, I would like to point out that I almost missed my connecting trains, and if I had not realized that I got off the wrong platform, I would’ve ended up entirely somewhere else that was not Versailles. It took an hour (at least), and then lining up to enter Versailles took another 30-45 minutes. Imagine my absolute boredom being alone while everyone else had someone or their family with them.
A lucky shot beyond the gates, inside the grounds. I had to wait for 2 Chinese tour groups to pass by before I could even take a photo. Let me tell you, Chinese tourists are possibly the worst to be around. I have nothing against them per se, but there’s just A LOT of them and they can get quite a bit noisy, making it hard to hear or understand the audio guides.
Me in Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, and on the left you’ll see the famous door where she and her children escaped to when an angry mob of Frenchmen wanted to kill her.
The gardens where unfortunately, one of their biggest and best fountains were under repair.
The back of the Chateau from the gardens. It was a huge place, and I’m pretty sure I would’ve gotten lost.
I sat down on one of the benches to enjoy my lunch while waiting for the fountain show to start. It was very nippy out that day, as you can tell by the clouds, it was constantly drizzling, cold and gloomy. I was freezing my butt off.
The fountain show was quite alright, nothing spectacular considering fountains are not that uncommon. But it’s Versailles fountains and music played along with it.
After the show, I went and walked my way over to Le Petit Trianon, which I underestimated its distance, so by the time I had gotten there, my feet were aching and I was out of breath. Never the less, it was wonderful.
Le Petit Trianon was King Louis XVI’s gift to Marie Antoinette. It was to be her rest house, where she could be herself and not worry about her Queenly duties. And, much to his dismay, a place for her sexual trysts with handsome soldiers or something.
Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, where said trysts may or may not have happened. Although, I’m leaning towards may, because it’s Marie Antoinette. Also, does anyone else think that bed is just way too small for two people to fit into? Let alone one person? — Maybe their trysts happened on the chairs, or on the floor, or by the drapes… Who knows? Not I.
Another garden, outside of Le Petrit Trianon. These European royalties love their big spacious gardens.
Leading to another side of Le Petit Trianon, and quite possibly my favorite spot because those columns, those tiles, the door!
After my tour of Versailles, I headed back to Paris where I ended up in Pont de Bir Hakeim, also known as the Inception bridge!
Walking under the bridge, took photos, and sent them to Gab since he’s the biggest Inception fan. He died of jealousy. You would too, because I walked where Leo DiCaprio has walked. Basically, it’s like I already met him. Hahahaha Kidding.
This is the last photo of the Eiffel Tower that I took, which is also from the same area as Pont de Bir-Hakeim, on my last day in Paris. It was such a gloomy day, and if I were to capture my feelings on this last day, this is what it looked like — sad, cold, but beautiful :-)