Forget the City of Light business. Paris is the City for Walking. Michael and I are about 5 days into our 5 weeks in Paris and we have walked our feet off. It’s been great. The health app on my iPhone must wonder what the hell is going on. We’ve been logging 5, 6, 7-mile days.
This first bit of our trip has been a lot of orienting ourselves. It’s so great not to have to make it a forced march through one week of precious vacation. Instead, we get to take our time, do one or two things each day, relax, walk aimlessly if we wish, avoid the crowds (like the huge line that we see everyday outside St. Chapelle.) We’re also trying to save the attractions for when our friends come, as they’ll no doubt want to see things like the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Versailles, etc.
Here’s what we’ve seen so far of our neighborhood. To the north is a busy/chaotic immigrant neighborhood, very diverse, filled with recently arrived Africans and barbers and little convenience stores. To the west is St. Michel, a street that I believe used to be a red light district. Even today, prostitutes all in black stand in doorways with cellphones in hand. The prostitutes looked older than I would have expected; looked like they’d been doing it a long time. And their all-black outfits with boobs on display looked like a uniform of sorts. Rue St. Michel also has a lot of restaurants and it’s interesting how the respectable restaurants mingle with the “Sexy Shops” and peep shows also on the street. But it doesn’t feel dangerous or seedy. Everybody/thing seems to co-exist.
To the south of our apartment, is a neighborhood full of shops and restaurants that stretches to the River Seine. It’s great to be able to walk to the river, to the George Pompidou center, the Marais — even to the left bank and Luxembourg Gardens if we’re up for a long walk.
Yesterday we walked to the southeast of our apartment and soon found ourselves in a quiet, rich area. We walked to the Tuilleries Garden, where I’d never spent much time before. It’s the huge garden that progresses out of the Louvre and, it being a Sunday, it was filled with families and children and strolling Parisians and tourists. We sat there and read books. I think we’ll go back there today. It’s a lovely, sunny day in the upper 60s.
The view from the balcony of our apartment.
I feel very comfortable here and Michael is starting to feel so as well. I’m loving this living-in-Paris-thing so far!