Paris: Day 3, Part Deux

Everyday in Paris felt like a week, and I am starting to understand why…We did a lot of stuff!  At the time, it did not seem that extraordinary, but shazamm!  After looking at the pictures, and narrating each day, we were some busy peeps.

… where were we?  We left the cooking school, and made our way back to our hotel for a quick wardrobe change.  Place Vendome was right around the corner from us, and I was dying to get over there.  As a big fan of Chanel (both the cosmetics & the woman), I was anxious to check out her original store plus her fancy digs at the Ritz.  Place Vendome is a circular castle of sorts, divided in the middle by a road.  Both sides are separated by a huge cobblestone courtyard.  Coco Chanel, in the height of her business career lived on one side in the Ritz Hotel and her shop was on the other. 

We strolled around the Place Vendome area, and did some window shopping in case we win the lottery someday.  It was definitely the Rodeo Drive area of Paris.

After a day of cooking & palace strolling, we inevitably worked up an appetite.  So, being the adventurous diners that we are, we headed–where else—our favorite pizza joint:

Instead of ordering just one pizza, tonight we made it a double:

The food (and Heineken) once again did not disappoint.

After the pizza, we walked up a block to Tuileries to see what was going on at the carnival to people watch and relax for a few minutes.  When we got there, I had the bright idea of a scenic ride on the swinging car of death ferris wheel.

Some of our views of the city:

I love the ‘action’ shot with the swings in the background on this one:

After we were in the air, I remembered that I don’t particularly care for heights OR carnival rides…so it was not the most relaxing ferris wheel ride.  When we were safely on the ground again, we walked around for a few minutes  then headed back to the hotel for a wardrobe change.  (What??  You should know me well enough by now to realize this is the norm…)

Then we were back to Place Vendome for a twilight stroll and adventure inside the Ritz.  Now, let me just say, the Ritz certainly earns its moniker.  That joint is Ritz-y.  We approached the door, and I was sure the doorman would bounce us…or whisk us off to the kitchen as ‘help’.  But no, to my surprise, we were greeted with a Bonsoir & allowed to enter the stunning hotel.  A wedding was being held there, based on the signs, but we really did not see any evidence of such.  The Ritz in Paris is, by far, the most magnificent, elegant, modern day palace I have ever entered.  I did not take a ton of pictures (what??  I know when to say when), but it was jaw dropping.  Here is one of BBP in the courtyard:

We were going to go to the Hemingway Bar for a drink, but after peering inside, it appeared we would be the only patrons.  I wasn’t sure what was going on, so we decided to forgo the drink & head out to see what other trouble we could find for ourselves.

We did not walk far before Brian was nearly knocked down by the cold, cold air conditioner of a restaurant.  It was pouring on to the sidewalk and after only 3 days in Paris, we had developed a deep and abiding love for good ol’ AC.  We quickly decided to duck in for a drink.  As soon as we approached the bar, our soon to be favorite bartender (Robert) offered an ice cold beer in a frozen mug…a.k.a.  liquid heaven.  After we got settled in to the bar, we began to notice our surroundings.  Chuck Barry music, wooden bar, vintage memorabilia decor…it all felt very familiar.  I asked Brian, “What is this?  Applebee’s?”  He said, “No.  American Dreams Cafe.”  Close enough.

We ended up spending the rest of our evening in this place; having drinks with Robert & watching the world go by on the sidewalk.  For some reason he liked us, and every time he made a drink for someone else, he gave us the leftovers.  Best strawberry dacquiri I have ever had in my life.

Whenever BBP goes to the bathroom, I feel the need to photograph my shoes/handbags.  Yeah, I don’t know why either.  (For any of my facebook friends, that explains the random shoe & purse photos in my albums.)

Apparently they have Costco in France too!  But only for giant bottles of Bacardi.

…We stumbled strolled back to our hotel around 12:30 a.m. & fell asleep before our heads hit the pillow.  Another wonderful day in Paris.

Next stop:  Day 4 at the Louvre!

    • Raegan
    • July 19th, 2010

    Great trip report so far! I remember seeing and hearing a little french boy speaking to his dad – I too loved it even tho he could have been saying what a grotty tourist I was! Our first trip to Paris was last September and it was fantastic. You do feel as if you are living 4 days in every one. We too had enough liquid refreshments, enough so to get comments from our friends but hey, we were on holidays!! Looking forward to the next posts.

    • Thanks so much for reading! We certainly had an amazing time…nothing quite like Paris, is there? 🙂

    • aging.3
    • July 30th, 2010

    Sweet page, I hadn’t noticed till now in my surfing! Continiue the great work!

    • Chloe
    • September 6th, 2010

    Truely amazing, Mom!

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