Monthly Archives: July 2009

Ah well all good things must come to an end.

We are now back in Bangkok for a short break in our journey home. Left Paris in a flood of excitment and much waiting for the long trip back to Australia. Twelve hours to here travelling through the night then nine hours to Melbourne with a midnight departure. Had 8 hours of time adjustment and we will be totalled hazed out when we get back. But at least the bathroom will be finished, we hope.

Last few days in Paris were more low key. Went for a weekend visit to Montmatre to see Sacre Coeur and the street artist. Intriguing if expensive. Then we did a brief (3 hour) visit to the Louvre Museum. Barely scratched the surface, though of course we started underground visiting the foundations of the old castle that was razed to build the Louvre Palace. Squeezed through the crowds to see the Venus de Milo and Mona Lisa, which must have impressed Kiara because she bought herself a print of it. Also saw a wealth of statues and a gallery of old Italian painters and a room of Rubins.

After that Cath had a day off and I took the girls to see the gardens of Versailles. The Palace was closed which was good because the grounds weren’t as crowded, but so were a number of other areas including Marie Antionette’s model village which was not so good. Oh and it poured rain for part of the time.

Our final outing was to St Germaine and another fair, said to be the oldest in France, though most of the rides looked pretty modern.

So then for the trip home which was mostly the usually rush to make sure we weren’t late followed by the waiting around because we had no delays. Oh there was the little excitement at Charles de Gaulle airport when some one left their ‘baggage’ and we had to evacuate half the terminal. Then just as the robot was about to arrive some poor women toddler in tow, clopping along on ridiculous platform high heels charges up to the cordon and claims it. After a brief interrogation she is led away, only to clop back shortly after, collects the bag and is led away again. You feel a bit sorry for her, but only a bit.

Then it is the long, squeezy overnight flight to Bangkok on Austrian Airlines, via Vien. How the girls love Austrian Airlines.

How time flies. Last post we were in Lyon and now we are in Paris with only a few days left of our holiday.

Had a good time in Lyon visiting a few local sites and another marvelous local market, again just outside our appartment window. Lyon is a very old city and the centre of much of medieval French life. We saw another impressive basillica called Notre Dame du Lyon. Silly me there are Notre Dame’s all over France, it simply means church of Our Lady. Lyon also has some great ruins of a pair of Roman theatres.

From Lyon we went to a little country town called Sarcy were we stayed in a “gite” on a dairy with Cath’s brother and his family. So we had 4 girls charging around and distracting each other. Sarcy is surrounded by little towns many little changed since the 1400/1500’s and we visited a few. However most of the first three days seem to be spent trying to find a shop for food. We arrived late on Saturday so no shops open. Then the next day is Sunday, traditionally when most French shops are closed. So we cruised a few old towns and hunted for a shop. Monday shops are usually open but it was the day before Bastille Day so we cruised a few older towns and hunted for shops with some success. That night we had a entrancing time at the Bastille Day Celebration at Sarcy including fireworks.
Then it was Bastille Day so definitely no shops so this time we just cruised a few medieval villages without bothering to look for shops.
SO finally on Wednesday we turn left instead of right at the end of our street and find a large supermarket. Wonder if it was open on Monday?

At last we left Sarcy after much quite relaxing time amongst the cows and the medieval villages, oh and a quick visit back to Lyon to see the trobours, and off to Paris.

We have been here over a week now and alternated between being touristy and hanging out with Cath’s brother ’cause the girls just love to be together. We have seen the Tullieres Garden and their fair, walked around the Louvre, seen the Eiffel Tower, Montmatre & Sacre Cour, walked the Canals, stared at the Arc du Triumphe and tramped kilometres on the Metro and the streets.

We plan to visit the Louvre Museum and possibly Versailles but details may follow.

We have finally moved on from Italy and are now in France. Pardon any extra spelling mistakes but the French keyboard is a little odd.
We moved on from Padova to Turino, a fascinating city at the foot of the Alps. Lots of Baroque Arcades, palaces and museums. The Museum of Cinema in the Mole Antionelliano, a magnificient 167m tall converted synagogue.

We are now in Lyon enjoying the sights and waiting for Cath’s brother and his family to arrive. Our girl’s can hardly wait!

So now we have been in Padua for a while and done a few day trips, one to Verona, city of a myth and one to Venice, a myth of a city.

Padua itself is quite impressive with a quite beauty and many famous frescos. It seems to be most visited for the Church of Saint Anthony and the varius bits of him that are said to be still found in the massive church built to honour his works. We found it great for the impressive B&B we have found and the markets, ristrantes and ice cream parlours living all around us.

Verona is fascinating for its understated charm, except were it has seriously cashed in on the Romeo and Juliet myth.

And then there is Venice, canals and places, markets and stalls, overpriced glitz, glittery, ornate awe inspiring, overpriced transport, full of charm, quite back lanes and canals magnificent churches and palaces, have I mentioned over priced? A great place to just be and absorb all around you.

What I really need is to upload some pictures but it is hard to do at these places. Oh well next time.