Paris au printemps
Well of course you recognise it - the Eiffel Tower, last June: I was leaning against the Arc de Triomphe and suddenly Gareth and Emily hove into view, so I just clicked the camera and here it is. All the atmosphere of France captured in one photograph! Men selling onions, accordion players, Breton dancers, everyone in striped T-shirts, bottles of red wine, baguettes - -
Oh all right then, it's Blackpool. For some reason none of the girls wearing pink T-shirts with "Bev's Hen Party" on them was in evidence.
The thing is, I've been to Blackpool several times: it's tacky and cheesy and fun. There's a great view from the top of the Blackpool Tower. And the reason I don't have a photograph of the Eiffel Tower is because I've never been to Paris.
"You've never been to Paris?" - - Yes, a chorus of astonishment. But the thing is, given the chance of a bit of holiday, I'd always rather head for the countryside than the city, and so over the years I've made lots of little choices and they've never been Paris: and yet I've always wanted to go there because I love art galleries and museums and, er, towers.
Next week I'm going to Paris! Yippee!
posted by Daphne at 8:54 pm
3 Comments:
Ah Paris; I remember it well. The art galleries, Notre Dame, the arc de triomphe, the unforgettable odour of the sewers (ask Gareth)
"the best thing about going up the Eiffel Tower is that it's about the only place in Paris where you can't see the Eiffel Tower" - some travel book, I forget which
I've been undressed by kings, seen a thousand things that a woman ain't meant to see 'I've been to Paradiser' but I've never been to me. Or Paris for that matter.
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