Betcha wouldn't count on seeing a CEMETARY!
Well, I did. And I thought it was fabulous! Where else but ah, Paris.
I arrived in Paris on a chilly Good Friday morning. Fresh off a sleepless 13-hour flight, JF picked me up at Roissy and dropped me off at the hotel before heading off to work. (Surprisingly it's not a public holiday in la France). BTW Economy in Air France sux big time, SQ Economy is ooodles better....what can I say, I'm a patriot that way.
Before he leaves, he tells me, "Don't draw the curtains, just go take a nap". So what do I do? The minute I get into the room I throw the window WIDE open and see this:
The Montmarte Cemetary. Resting place of Alexandre Dumas, Emile Zola and Francois Truffaut. Lovely. To be welcomed in Paris by famous writers and filmmakers. How romantic! :)
THE PARISIAN EXODUS
Around 1.30pm, JF rushes back to the hotel, we throw everything into our bags and make a dash for the autoroute. The mad Parisian Exodus has begun!! We hope to beat the crowd, but alas, we're caught in the massive wave of Parisian cars leaving the city for the long Easter weekend. (Monday is a holiday). It took us TWO HOURS just to get out of Paris and onto the highway!
Apparently this happens whenever there is a long weekend or holiday. Parisians pack their bags and head for the country. Nevermind the 6 hour drive, road rage, traffic jams, blaring horns and middle finger salutes along the way. It's all worthwhile to get to LA CAMPAGNE. (The countryside.)
La campagne c'est France profond! Yes the French believe that the essence of France is in the countryside. Chic Parisian femmes ditch their Christian Louboutins for green wellies to tramp the countryside, inhaling the wonderful Parfum de Cowpat as they pick strawberries for tea.
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