Tuesday, October 26th, 2004: Gent, Belgium

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N 51 E 003 Rouen to Gent: 426 kilometres We start our drive out of France, our longest stay in 1 country since Australia, by heading to Dieppe (pronounced, we learned last night, as “deep” in…

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‘Fall’ in Love with New York

‘Fall’ in Love with New York.

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In Half-Timbered Rouen: Jeanne d’Arc ‘s Garden

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Sunday, October 24th, 2004: Rouen, France N 49 E 001 Avranches to Rouen: 222 kilometers The days continue grey and autumnal. It is this way as we head out onto the autoroute for our drive to…

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The Long History of Le Mont St-Michel

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Saturday, October 23rd, 2004: Avranches, France The long history of Mont St-Michel is thought to date back to 708 when Aubert, Bishop of Avranches, built a sanctuary on Mont-Tombe in honour of the Archangel, Michael. The site…

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Lunching on a Spanish Terrace

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Friday, September 24th, 2004: Calonge, Spain It is our last full day in our “home for a week”. Although the sky is cloudy when we wake, it clears while we are breakfasting on the terrace, and we…

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Onto Mont St-Michel

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N 48 W 001 Tours to Avranches: 237 kilometres Around the corner from our hotel is the Tours Cathedral, and we visit it this morning before we head of on our drive to Normandie. The cathedral…

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A Gentle and Insignificant Paris Rain.

We decide to split today. No, not what you think, but pretty close. John and I continue to work through the travel and personal issues that exist in any relationship no matter where you are, made even more complex by day-to-day living, 7/24/365. Even in the beautiful city of Paris, there are bound to be days of travel fatigue.

I decide to spend some time on my own today and head out early to use my ticket for the Louvre. I shower and head out by 10:45 and grab a (some much needed familiarity) Starbucks  and head to the Palais Royal/Louvre métro station. The day is a typical Parisian one (or at least the Paris that I have come to love): big white and grey clouds undulating and rolling across ancient skies; threatening at any moment to open up and rain down. The sun occasionally comes out and brightens the monuments but never long enough for you to catch that perfect picture of reflected sun on a beautiful vista.

The Louvre is, well, the Louvre. Built as a fortress in the 13th century and then rebuilt as a palace in the 16th, it is, as we all know, a daunting structure. I figure I will get “the hits” taken care of early and walk into the Denon wing and visit La Jaconde, or as popular culture (and fans of the Da Vinci Code) knows her, the “Mona Lisa”. It frightens me to think that the management of the Louvre succumbed to that popular pulp  pressure and presented a “Da Vinci Code” tour of the paintings and clues that Mr. Brown had so successfully written about. I brave the Japanese tourists and it take at least 15 minutes for me to elbow my way to the front of the crowd, only to be blinded by the thousands of flash cameras that are supposedly not allowed in the Louvre. I stand my ground for some 10 minutes, trying to absorb La Jaconde’s intriguing smile but eventually not even her smirky smile is enough for the thousands of people here today.

I catch some of Spain and her paintings (saw much better offerings in Madrid), tons of Italian;  the three Da Vincis that were not so crowded and therefore splendid. The Winged Victory of Samothrace took my breath away as did the Reuben’s Gallery devoted entirely to his mythological portraits of Catherine de Medici for her house at the Luxembourg. The French master David and his Coronation of Napoleon and other works were also an eyeful. I finish with the Napoleon III apartments as a reminder of what life is really all about. I leave three and a half hours later feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and somewhat unfulfilled. Next time, I guess.

I wind my way back in the late afternoon sun, a welcome relief from all the rain. The sun is short lived however. By the time I finish my shopping for salad and dessert for tonight’s dinner at  good Parisian friends John and François’, it is raining again.

But it is a gentle and insignificant Paris rain. The kind of rain that reunites Paris lovers, weary world travellers, and the intimate lovers of fabulous art.

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