Fortunately, despite the 40 years I can still skiing. I wonder how much longer?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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Fortunately, despite the 40 years I can still skiing. I wonder how much longer?
Fortunately, despite the 40 years I can still skiing. I wonder how much longer?
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Where Is A Good Place To Get Wax In Ottawa
March 12 Today is my birthday, that sucks! Help
Thanks Max you wrote to me Song
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Una Ragazza Molto Viziosa Free
Earth and Life
A couple of years ago I met the granddaughter of Spartacus and Mary and I attended for some time in this beautiful reality. I was their guest for dinner a couple of times and even I was offered one of the thirty-eighth birthday. I know how they worked to build this cooperative and the other day, reading the newspaper, there have been terrible to see what happened with the recent flood.
Basically there are extremes to make a donation, let us help.
A couple of years ago I met the granddaughter of Spartacus and Mary and I attended for some time in this beautiful reality. I was their guest for dinner a couple of times and even I was offered one of the thirty-eighth birthday. I know how they worked to build this cooperative and the other day, reading the newspaper, there have been terrible to see what happened with the recent flood.
Basically there are extremes to make a donation, let us help.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Break Out After Back Wax
Paris February 10 to 13. DIARY
I state that I would leave Paris as last city to visit, after finishing all the great European cities but, having promised to Matt (my colleague in the office) in a weak moment, I had to do it. Since the promise was "we're going to Paris in 2011, had available all year round to go but for a variety of circumstances, I chose the French capital as the first half, having already booked the next two also (1 - April 4 to June 20 to 26 in Moscow and Krakow).
Despite several friends seemed interested when it came to book a flight we were only two and I must say that, apart from economic discourse, it is not that I was sorry too much because at least it would be easier to move and especially make decisions about what to do, where to go, etc..
The course was a Ryanair flight, departing from and arriving in Bologna Bouvais, about 80 km from Paris, with which we arrived by bus. The ticket price was quite high by our standards, 68 €. We could save money if we had booked two days in advance but when we decided not cost more than 43 but exactly 68. But this time I better organized with regard to parking the car, because I tried, being sure to find, some private outside the airport. In fact I found a couple and having the same price I chose the one that had the best website, that is, the "Park-to-air"-or 8 € for the first two days and 4 for all others (car open) was much more convenient airport parking. How
dates, I chose 10 for the Thursday start and the following Sunday for the return. The hours were very comfortable having the plane at 20:15 because we could work at least half a day on Thursday but Matt, having so many things to do, even worked until 16, when I went to take him to the airport.
THURSDAY February 10
Departure at 16 from our office in the direction of Bologna, where we arrived on time with the roadmap, 18:30. The time to leave the car (with keys) to the parking lot, take the sales slip, climb on the bus and after 10 minutes we were departures area of \u200b\u200bthe airport Guglielmo Marconi. How convenient that parking lot! I will take it all for the next trip from Bologna.
operations baggage check without problems (it's a lottery every time) and after a couple of hours of waiting, we finally took off at 20:25.
We touched down after 90 minutes exactly, and once we got off the plane looked like and where to pick up tickets for the "Bouvais-Paris." It was not very difficult because it was not enough follow the crowd, and above all, the ticket was on the way to the exit. Tickets cost € 15 each way, not quite cheaply.
Leaving the airport was very easy to find the bus, even if we had to walk a bit to the car park, and at 22:30 we left for Port Maillot where we arrived 10 minutes before midnight. Once off I did not have the faintest idea where the metro station but in these cases just go ahead and follow someone who knows.
find the stop at Porte Maillot, having made friends with the ticket machine, we are equipped with ticket (1.7 €) and we got on the subway trying to not wrong direction. In fact I had with me a map with all the information and it was almost impossible to err with the meter. It was not so impossible, however, err on foot and in fact, left the station in Antwerp, for laziness not to pull out the booking of the hostel we walked a few minutes in the opposite direction.
I knew it had to be two minutes from the bus and finding none, I had to resign and pull out the sheet of booking by Hostelworld. As I understood we were walking in the opposite direction despite the "Boulevard de Rochechouart" was right and once I saw the house number was a moment to find the Regent Hostel.
After check-in at 0:50 we were able to take possession of our room, in order to save something, it was a triple with bathroom and of course there would be another person. When we entered we have not seen anyone and there were all the beds (a bunk bed and one single bed) available so mad you chose the castle above and I am the individual. The room was quite small but the biggest problem was the absence of anything to hang coats. There was only one small table, a chair and two wooden blocks on which to place something but not very large.
Lack of a hanger at the end, was overtaken at speed by opening new problem that we found the bathroom door: there was water dripping from the ceiling as there is a ceiling, descended from the only hole he found, namely that of the lamp. Casserole dish .. water coming down through the electrical system! I went down to reception to report the problem of the hostel but the boy could not help but send someone the next morning hoping nothing happened overnight.
At 1:20, after we have refreshed and prepared the beds we could finally go out to visit the city but the metro is closed since there is not much we have strayed from our system and we have only a walk to Pigalle finding a precious McDonald's near the hostel. We passed, however, that at the Moulin Rouge was closed and returned to the room we also saw the beautiful church of the Sacred Heart, which was only 100 yards from where we slept.
Less than an hour and a half and we went back to the hostel to turn off the light and go to sleep when they were 3.
FRIDAY February 11
The alarm clock at 9:15 was not dictated by our agenda, but simply upon time of breakfast, which closed at 10. We go down to eat something in common and we are happily surprised to find so many young pretty girls, even though when I saw a completely barefoot, have shuddered.
Back in the room after a good breakfast, we prepared to leave when they were the last 11.
wonderful day with much sun and too hot for our winter clothes. The first destination of our tour was the Church of the Sacred Heart that was a few tens of meters from the hostel. At the base of the stairs leading to the church, we are stopped by a gang of blacks, with an unusual insistence, they can ensure that we take the time with two bracelets made of colored laces. Despite the violence, there was something funny because these blacks, they spoke a little Italian and asked us which way we become Italy. Not knowing what I said you know of Ancona, to name the largest city in the region and I was immediately answered "Hakuna Matata", disco of Porto San Giorgio (or more likely to Riccione, perhaps more famous) a laugh .
When it came time to pay I took out all the coins I had but I did not go beyond two and € 30 which seemed to me too but they wanted even paper money. I let them discuss and I'm gone, but Matt was left behind, after paying 5 € for her, has had to give another € to go quiet.
reach the top of the hill in front of the church, and turning his eyes on the other side we see a breathtaking view, you could almost even Italy! The broad steps in front of the church was a sort of "Trinity of the mountains and all the people sitting to admire the scenery and hear a great musician with a harp.
Let's ride in, we visit all that you do not pay and we gladly went up to the dome if we had found where they went up. We have not requested information from anyone, but we thought it was pretty easy to find a lift or more likely a dark and narrow staircase to go up, but no. Leaving the church we toured around, look for a possible back door and we did not find continued for a little street full of stalls and lots of us who wanted a portrait caricature.
At noon and half we left to go to Montmartre to see one of the world's most famous landmarks, the Eiffel Tower. You out, we get just a bit and we begin to see it, the first thing I thought: What an ugly piece of rusty iron! In fact I made a wonderful impression, maybe I was expecting something better but when I found myself above I must say that it seemed too high for my sense of balance.
To get there were two possibilities, one row per kilometer to take the elevator and stairs with "immediate boarding." We, of course we take the stairs, since we are two young men (10 March next 40 years will be making AIUTOOO ..) but most could not wait two hours for the elevator. The thing that worries me most in doing the stairs was not sure the effort, but the fear of heights, considering it was completely open and you could see what any work below.
Up to the first floor are reached without any problems and we did a lot of pictures in the beautiful landscape but when it came to pass at the top, after a flight of stairs I told Matt to go alone because my brain refused to continue and I was blocking all the muscles to make me go back. I obeyed and returned to the stimuli on the first floor, waiting for Matt the edges of the ice rink.
At that level, there were in fact a bar, a restaurant and in fact, this ice rink. I've been to see the evolution of some skilled skater until Matt came down and we could return to earth. Crossing the Seine, we went to the Trocadero to see that if I looked at Wikipedia did not yet know what it was.
"The Trocadero is an area of \u200b\u200bcentral Paris on the right bank of the Seine, a short walk from the Eiffel Tower, in the sixteenth arrondissement. The name comes from the battle between the French and English in 1823. Apart from the Pont d'Iena is extend the Jardins du Trocadéro (Trocadero gardens), a green scenery made statues ornamental water features. With lighting, the noble Jardis du Trocadéro are particularly striking at night. "
At 16, after being out since the morning, it was time to eat something and saw nothing that was not liked by those parties, we went back to Montmartre, near the hostel to go out to eat McDonald's nell'economicissimo to me, despite all the scorn, like too.
had finished eating we went to rest in a little room where we stayed until to 19. Given the fatigue we had to stay at least 4 hours in bed but we could not waste time to be idle because the holidays are not made to marry (at least my holidays).
Exit at 19 we headed to the Champs Elysees that we walked from the station Charles de Gaulle to the Arc de Triomphe. Every now and then he felt a few cars honk and gradually became more and more. At first we wondered what could have happened, then we saw people with Egyptian flags shouting something, with Mubarak in a half, and we realized that perhaps he had freed Egypt of its chairman.
celebrated with the Egyptians on the Champs Elysees, we continued our walk to the nearby Eiffel Tower, to see it at night and we were lucky because there were a few minutes to 21, when he was enlightened. Ie .. he was already enlightened, but every hour there are plays of light.
walk from the Champs Elysees to the Eiffel Tower, we went to Avenue Montaigne, where we found many shops of famous brands, up to the infamous Tunnel de l'Alma. Just past the bridge we saw the tower explode with light, just as I was placing the easel to make some pictures. The lights went out, we took the road to the hostel and we went back to Montmartre.
Having eaten in the afternoon we were not really hungry but there was still something to eat and so we took something Auchan and we ate in the room. Room for that night but we had been changed due to the work they should have done in the one where we were and so, instead of 32, they moved us to 62. Fortunately, there was the elevator working, otherwise we would die. The new room was right on the roof and it had a sloping wall, but all in all we had was not bad and even something like wardrobe to hang clothes.
Shortly after midnight we made and we came out strong, taking with us Marcelo, the boy with whom we shared the "32" (I got a triple to save a few tens of euro), the night before. It was a Brazilian boy, law student, who was doing two weeks of vacation in Europe all by himself and after Madrid, Paris, would go to Frankfurt and London. Life is beautiful! Marcelo
Found the reception we left the Marais district of Paris situated on the right bank of the Seine, north of Île Saint-Louis, divided between III and IV arrondissement (as stated by Wikipedia).
The site of the "Corriere della Sera describes it as" medieval alleys and secret squares and magnificent mansions of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, gardens hidden behind carved doors: there's no doubt, from the architectural point of view, the Marais is a of the most beautiful districts of Paris. But you just live even one day, wandering from the Rue des Rosiers in the Rue Vieille du Temple, the Square du Temple, to discover that his real charm is above all human, and relates to the individual, inextricable interweaving of diverse communities and cultures. Jews, Arabs and Asians living here with countless artists, designers and intellectuals. Strong, then, is the presence of gay, perched in the pink triangle, between Rue Beaubourg and Rue Vieille du Temple, the heart of Paris, crazy nights and shopping trends "
We found a street with only a few pubs and a lot of people walking, but maybe all those beautiful things described above can be seen in daylight. The fact is that after walking a bit, we threw ourselves into the pub that seemed best to take a beer. Around 2:30 we left to go to sleep but to find the night bus we would have to riportarto Anvers we walked a lot and say I had the map. At about three and a half we were a target for the 4 and slept.
Saturday, February 12
Like the previous day, woke up at 9:15, breakfast, shower and at 11:15 we were ready to leave. First half of the day the Louvre, which everyone says needs a full day to be seen well, but we have settled in less than two hours.
What took place in the following way: we were with our roommate and Marcelo avevmo started when a precise path to a certain point, shortly after entering (south), told us that it would be at 13:15 had to leave because he had to take the train to Frankfurt, the next leg of his trip and then immediately wanted to see the Mona Lisa. At that point, we have upset all the way and we went straight to look for the Mona Lisa and then having to reprogram a route.
Considering that we wanted to see Notre Dame and was already past one o'clock, after the Mona Lisa we opted for a quick visit to the most important things ignoring the rest. We went to see then, in order of appearance: the Venus de Milo, Cupid and Psyche by Canova, the Nike of Samothrace, and many famous paintings of Italian and European artists.
In the Greek section we have seen many other statues, but given my ignorance I'm not sure if they are really famous. For there were many statues of gods, including Aphrodite, Hermes, Ares and Athena Parthenos which are certainly most known by the Latin names. We also made a visit to the "ancient Egypt", pretty quick, just long enough to photograph a sphinx and exit.
At 14 we went out and walked under a light drizzle, we arrived at the cathedral of Notre Dame, whose visit was very quick, too. We have seen and photographed very carefully before joining the outside but we went upstairs, more out of ignorance for lack of desire. We did not know there were such important things to see and discover only now, at home, it would be very nice to climb some 350 steps to see the gallery of the chimeras and admire the beautiful view of Paris from above. It will be time for the next voice ..
At 16 we returned to the hostel and when we opened the door to the room we had a nice surprise: there was nothing inside. Luckily we quickly realized what had happened because in fact we were told that that this would be our only for one night, to be able to do the work in the other. I went down to change the keys, we went back to 32 and found almost all of our stuff in the same position as we left the other room. It 's amazing how they were so precise that they even put a bag rolled in the radiator, in the same position in which I had put in the other room.
Fixed room, we went to eat something and then unleashed in the wild in a shopping street that leads to the Sacred Heart Church, where there were dozens of souvenir shops. It was raining slightly, for the second time that day, but after a while he stopped and I took the umbrella in the room was more of a burden than a useful thing.
Without full of souvenirs, postcards and T-shirts, we headed back to the 18 room to rest a bit, in view of the night and being left Marcelo, we have found a new character but with whom we have not said more than "hi" . The
evening began at 21 when released from the hostel, we headed as a first step in the nearby district of Pigalle and then almost immediately go to Saint Michel / Saint Germain, where we found a crowd of amazing people. Hundreds walked those streets of shops, bars and restaurants. All very nice but after a while, before asking the subway, we decided to go back to Pigalle / Montmartre, which is the quarter where we had the hostel.
We had already planned to go, because we had noticed the girls just out of our own hostel, enter nell'Irish Pub attached to the Moulin Rouge. At one-thirty we were in line to enter after a long queue and, finally, with 15 € we had access in the room. Very big and nice with a very diverse clientele. There was a bit of everything but mostly 4 / 5 stangone, more beautiful than the one on which I left his eyes.
About three and a half we decided that the evening would end, but as we are, unfortunately, and so many others, to take the coats in the cloakroom, it took us more than twenty minutes. At 4 we were half an hour after the hostel and slept.
Sunday, February 13
last day in Paris with the usual alarm clock to arrive in time to breakfast and having packed my bags, we left the room by depositing the bags in the luggage room hostel.
We did not have a clear plan, and so if in doubt, after so many monuments, we decided to "make us" a shopping mall. We went to the famous "Lafayette" cows and pigs, was closed. We have moved in nearby Opera and of course, since there are no shows at that hour of the morning, was closed to visitors and so we decided for the monumental cemetery of Père-Lachaise. First of civil cemeteries in Paris, is also the largest and one of the most famous of the world and is among the most visited places in the French capital.
Although most of the visitors are young drug addicts who go to the grave of Jim Morrison in Pere-Lachaise cemetery are or were buried many celebrities, including: Frédéric Chopin, Honoré de Balzac, Eugène Delacroix, Gioachino Rossini, Oscar Wilde, Amedeo Modigliani, Marcel Proust, Piero Gobetti, Edith Piaf, Maria Callas, Simone Signoret, Yves Montand, Marie Trintignant , Marcel Marceau, Maria Schneider and many others.
Without a ride in the vast cemetery, and after seeing the graves of Morrison, Chopin, Wilde and Proust, we are back to 15 in the center and more specifically on the Champs Elysees. It was decided to do things slowly and at about 16 to return to take the luggage, so we spent that time visiting some free shop. And they that were open, not like the Galleries Lafayette!
After a tour of H & M (Matt is going crazy for the last franchise Scandinavian) and a few minutes at the Virgin store, we walked to the Arch of Triumph, at the end of the road. As had become the 16, we took the metro, just below the Arch, and we went back to Montmartre.
A quick look around in the last gifts that Matt had to do a quick sandwich at McDonald's and at 17:30 we went to pick up your bags at the hostel and we headed to Port Maillot, take the shuttle to the airport . Although someone at the front desk had told us that the shuttle departed Bouvais 3 hours and 45 minutes before the flight, we were not absolutely certain time and so we went well in advance.
At 18 o'clock we were at Port Maillot, in the parking lot in front of the Hotel Concorde La Fayette, which departed from the airport shuttles. After a while you chaos and waiting, finally we left at 18:50 to arrive at its destination at 20 o'clock.
Tired of risk every time a control the size of the trolley, so I decided to travel light but carry a bag, although I was immune from fines and penalties of Ryanair, I have emptied the contents during personal checks. Incredible! And there was nothing suspicious.
The return flight started at 22:25 and we landed just before midnight in Bologna where he was waiting for the man in the "Park to air with a minibus that took us straight to the parking lot. Bolonia We started at midnight and a half and having him home Matt, at 3:10 I was finally home. In bed at 4 and at 7:30 the alarm to be regularly in the office on Monday morning.
I state that I would leave Paris as last city to visit, after finishing all the great European cities but, having promised to Matt (my colleague in the office) in a weak moment, I had to do it. Since the promise was "we're going to Paris in 2011, had available all year round to go but for a variety of circumstances, I chose the French capital as the first half, having already booked the next two also (1 - April 4 to June 20 to 26 in Moscow and Krakow).
Despite several friends seemed interested when it came to book a flight we were only two and I must say that, apart from economic discourse, it is not that I was sorry too much because at least it would be easier to move and especially make decisions about what to do, where to go, etc..
The course was a Ryanair flight, departing from and arriving in Bologna Bouvais, about 80 km from Paris, with which we arrived by bus. The ticket price was quite high by our standards, 68 €. We could save money if we had booked two days in advance but when we decided not cost more than 43 but exactly 68. But this time I better organized with regard to parking the car, because I tried, being sure to find, some private outside the airport. In fact I found a couple and having the same price I chose the one that had the best website, that is, the "Park-to-air"-or 8 € for the first two days and 4 for all others (car open) was much more convenient airport parking. How
dates, I chose 10 for the Thursday start and the following Sunday for the return. The hours were very comfortable having the plane at 20:15 because we could work at least half a day on Thursday but Matt, having so many things to do, even worked until 16, when I went to take him to the airport.
THURSDAY February 10
Departure at 16 from our office in the direction of Bologna, where we arrived on time with the roadmap, 18:30. The time to leave the car (with keys) to the parking lot, take the sales slip, climb on the bus and after 10 minutes we were departures area of \u200b\u200bthe airport Guglielmo Marconi. How convenient that parking lot! I will take it all for the next trip from Bologna.
operations baggage check without problems (it's a lottery every time) and after a couple of hours of waiting, we finally took off at 20:25.
We touched down after 90 minutes exactly, and once we got off the plane looked like and where to pick up tickets for the "Bouvais-Paris." It was not very difficult because it was not enough follow the crowd, and above all, the ticket was on the way to the exit. Tickets cost € 15 each way, not quite cheaply.
Leaving the airport was very easy to find the bus, even if we had to walk a bit to the car park, and at 22:30 we left for Port Maillot where we arrived 10 minutes before midnight. Once off I did not have the faintest idea where the metro station but in these cases just go ahead and follow someone who knows.
find the stop at Porte Maillot, having made friends with the ticket machine, we are equipped with ticket (1.7 €) and we got on the subway trying to not wrong direction. In fact I had with me a map with all the information and it was almost impossible to err with the meter. It was not so impossible, however, err on foot and in fact, left the station in Antwerp, for laziness not to pull out the booking of the hostel we walked a few minutes in the opposite direction.
I knew it had to be two minutes from the bus and finding none, I had to resign and pull out the sheet of booking by Hostelworld. As I understood we were walking in the opposite direction despite the "Boulevard de Rochechouart" was right and once I saw the house number was a moment to find the Regent Hostel.
After check-in at 0:50 we were able to take possession of our room, in order to save something, it was a triple with bathroom and of course there would be another person. When we entered we have not seen anyone and there were all the beds (a bunk bed and one single bed) available so mad you chose the castle above and I am the individual. The room was quite small but the biggest problem was the absence of anything to hang coats. There was only one small table, a chair and two wooden blocks on which to place something but not very large.
Lack of a hanger at the end, was overtaken at speed by opening new problem that we found the bathroom door: there was water dripping from the ceiling as there is a ceiling, descended from the only hole he found, namely that of the lamp. Casserole dish .. water coming down through the electrical system! I went down to reception to report the problem of the hostel but the boy could not help but send someone the next morning hoping nothing happened overnight.
At 1:20, after we have refreshed and prepared the beds we could finally go out to visit the city but the metro is closed since there is not much we have strayed from our system and we have only a walk to Pigalle finding a precious McDonald's near the hostel. We passed, however, that at the Moulin Rouge was closed and returned to the room we also saw the beautiful church of the Sacred Heart, which was only 100 yards from where we slept.
Less than an hour and a half and we went back to the hostel to turn off the light and go to sleep when they were 3.
FRIDAY February 11
The alarm clock at 9:15 was not dictated by our agenda, but simply upon time of breakfast, which closed at 10. We go down to eat something in common and we are happily surprised to find so many young pretty girls, even though when I saw a completely barefoot, have shuddered.
Back in the room after a good breakfast, we prepared to leave when they were the last 11.
wonderful day with much sun and too hot for our winter clothes. The first destination of our tour was the Church of the Sacred Heart that was a few tens of meters from the hostel. At the base of the stairs leading to the church, we are stopped by a gang of blacks, with an unusual insistence, they can ensure that we take the time with two bracelets made of colored laces. Despite the violence, there was something funny because these blacks, they spoke a little Italian and asked us which way we become Italy. Not knowing what I said you know of Ancona, to name the largest city in the region and I was immediately answered "Hakuna Matata", disco of Porto San Giorgio (or more likely to Riccione, perhaps more famous) a laugh .
When it came time to pay I took out all the coins I had but I did not go beyond two and € 30 which seemed to me too but they wanted even paper money. I let them discuss and I'm gone, but Matt was left behind, after paying 5 € for her, has had to give another € to go quiet.
reach the top of the hill in front of the church, and turning his eyes on the other side we see a breathtaking view, you could almost even Italy! The broad steps in front of the church was a sort of "Trinity of the mountains and all the people sitting to admire the scenery and hear a great musician with a harp.
Let's ride in, we visit all that you do not pay and we gladly went up to the dome if we had found where they went up. We have not requested information from anyone, but we thought it was pretty easy to find a lift or more likely a dark and narrow staircase to go up, but no. Leaving the church we toured around, look for a possible back door and we did not find continued for a little street full of stalls and lots of us who wanted a portrait caricature.
At noon and half we left to go to Montmartre to see one of the world's most famous landmarks, the Eiffel Tower. You out, we get just a bit and we begin to see it, the first thing I thought: What an ugly piece of rusty iron! In fact I made a wonderful impression, maybe I was expecting something better but when I found myself above I must say that it seemed too high for my sense of balance.
To get there were two possibilities, one row per kilometer to take the elevator and stairs with "immediate boarding." We, of course we take the stairs, since we are two young men (10 March next 40 years will be making AIUTOOO ..) but most could not wait two hours for the elevator. The thing that worries me most in doing the stairs was not sure the effort, but the fear of heights, considering it was completely open and you could see what any work below.
Up to the first floor are reached without any problems and we did a lot of pictures in the beautiful landscape but when it came to pass at the top, after a flight of stairs I told Matt to go alone because my brain refused to continue and I was blocking all the muscles to make me go back. I obeyed and returned to the stimuli on the first floor, waiting for Matt the edges of the ice rink.
At that level, there were in fact a bar, a restaurant and in fact, this ice rink. I've been to see the evolution of some skilled skater until Matt came down and we could return to earth. Crossing the Seine, we went to the Trocadero to see that if I looked at Wikipedia did not yet know what it was.
"The Trocadero is an area of \u200b\u200bcentral Paris on the right bank of the Seine, a short walk from the Eiffel Tower, in the sixteenth arrondissement. The name comes from the battle between the French and English in 1823. Apart from the Pont d'Iena is extend the Jardins du Trocadéro (Trocadero gardens), a green scenery made statues ornamental water features. With lighting, the noble Jardis du Trocadéro are particularly striking at night. "
At 16, after being out since the morning, it was time to eat something and saw nothing that was not liked by those parties, we went back to Montmartre, near the hostel to go out to eat McDonald's nell'economicissimo to me, despite all the scorn, like too.
had finished eating we went to rest in a little room where we stayed until to 19. Given the fatigue we had to stay at least 4 hours in bed but we could not waste time to be idle because the holidays are not made to marry (at least my holidays).
Exit at 19 we headed to the Champs Elysees that we walked from the station Charles de Gaulle to the Arc de Triomphe. Every now and then he felt a few cars honk and gradually became more and more. At first we wondered what could have happened, then we saw people with Egyptian flags shouting something, with Mubarak in a half, and we realized that perhaps he had freed Egypt of its chairman.
celebrated with the Egyptians on the Champs Elysees, we continued our walk to the nearby Eiffel Tower, to see it at night and we were lucky because there were a few minutes to 21, when he was enlightened. Ie .. he was already enlightened, but every hour there are plays of light.
walk from the Champs Elysees to the Eiffel Tower, we went to Avenue Montaigne, where we found many shops of famous brands, up to the infamous Tunnel de l'Alma. Just past the bridge we saw the tower explode with light, just as I was placing the easel to make some pictures. The lights went out, we took the road to the hostel and we went back to Montmartre.
Having eaten in the afternoon we were not really hungry but there was still something to eat and so we took something Auchan and we ate in the room. Room for that night but we had been changed due to the work they should have done in the one where we were and so, instead of 32, they moved us to 62. Fortunately, there was the elevator working, otherwise we would die. The new room was right on the roof and it had a sloping wall, but all in all we had was not bad and even something like wardrobe to hang clothes.
Shortly after midnight we made and we came out strong, taking with us Marcelo, the boy with whom we shared the "32" (I got a triple to save a few tens of euro), the night before. It was a Brazilian boy, law student, who was doing two weeks of vacation in Europe all by himself and after Madrid, Paris, would go to Frankfurt and London. Life is beautiful! Marcelo
Found the reception we left the Marais district of Paris situated on the right bank of the Seine, north of Île Saint-Louis, divided between III and IV arrondissement (as stated by Wikipedia).
The site of the "Corriere della Sera describes it as" medieval alleys and secret squares and magnificent mansions of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, gardens hidden behind carved doors: there's no doubt, from the architectural point of view, the Marais is a of the most beautiful districts of Paris. But you just live even one day, wandering from the Rue des Rosiers in the Rue Vieille du Temple, the Square du Temple, to discover that his real charm is above all human, and relates to the individual, inextricable interweaving of diverse communities and cultures. Jews, Arabs and Asians living here with countless artists, designers and intellectuals. Strong, then, is the presence of gay, perched in the pink triangle, between Rue Beaubourg and Rue Vieille du Temple, the heart of Paris, crazy nights and shopping trends "
We found a street with only a few pubs and a lot of people walking, but maybe all those beautiful things described above can be seen in daylight. The fact is that after walking a bit, we threw ourselves into the pub that seemed best to take a beer. Around 2:30 we left to go to sleep but to find the night bus we would have to riportarto Anvers we walked a lot and say I had the map. At about three and a half we were a target for the 4 and slept.
Saturday, February 12
Like the previous day, woke up at 9:15, breakfast, shower and at 11:15 we were ready to leave. First half of the day the Louvre, which everyone says needs a full day to be seen well, but we have settled in less than two hours.
What took place in the following way: we were with our roommate and Marcelo avevmo started when a precise path to a certain point, shortly after entering (south), told us that it would be at 13:15 had to leave because he had to take the train to Frankfurt, the next leg of his trip and then immediately wanted to see the Mona Lisa. At that point, we have upset all the way and we went straight to look for the Mona Lisa and then having to reprogram a route.
Considering that we wanted to see Notre Dame and was already past one o'clock, after the Mona Lisa we opted for a quick visit to the most important things ignoring the rest. We went to see then, in order of appearance: the Venus de Milo, Cupid and Psyche by Canova, the Nike of Samothrace, and many famous paintings of Italian and European artists.
In the Greek section we have seen many other statues, but given my ignorance I'm not sure if they are really famous. For there were many statues of gods, including Aphrodite, Hermes, Ares and Athena Parthenos which are certainly most known by the Latin names. We also made a visit to the "ancient Egypt", pretty quick, just long enough to photograph a sphinx and exit.
At 14 we went out and walked under a light drizzle, we arrived at the cathedral of Notre Dame, whose visit was very quick, too. We have seen and photographed very carefully before joining the outside but we went upstairs, more out of ignorance for lack of desire. We did not know there were such important things to see and discover only now, at home, it would be very nice to climb some 350 steps to see the gallery of the chimeras and admire the beautiful view of Paris from above. It will be time for the next voice ..
At 16 we returned to the hostel and when we opened the door to the room we had a nice surprise: there was nothing inside. Luckily we quickly realized what had happened because in fact we were told that that this would be our only for one night, to be able to do the work in the other. I went down to change the keys, we went back to 32 and found almost all of our stuff in the same position as we left the other room. It 's amazing how they were so precise that they even put a bag rolled in the radiator, in the same position in which I had put in the other room.
Fixed room, we went to eat something and then unleashed in the wild in a shopping street that leads to the Sacred Heart Church, where there were dozens of souvenir shops. It was raining slightly, for the second time that day, but after a while he stopped and I took the umbrella in the room was more of a burden than a useful thing.
Without full of souvenirs, postcards and T-shirts, we headed back to the 18 room to rest a bit, in view of the night and being left Marcelo, we have found a new character but with whom we have not said more than "hi" . The
evening began at 21 when released from the hostel, we headed as a first step in the nearby district of Pigalle and then almost immediately go to Saint Michel / Saint Germain, where we found a crowd of amazing people. Hundreds walked those streets of shops, bars and restaurants. All very nice but after a while, before asking the subway, we decided to go back to Pigalle / Montmartre, which is the quarter where we had the hostel.
We had already planned to go, because we had noticed the girls just out of our own hostel, enter nell'Irish Pub attached to the Moulin Rouge. At one-thirty we were in line to enter after a long queue and, finally, with 15 € we had access in the room. Very big and nice with a very diverse clientele. There was a bit of everything but mostly 4 / 5 stangone, more beautiful than the one on which I left his eyes.
About three and a half we decided that the evening would end, but as we are, unfortunately, and so many others, to take the coats in the cloakroom, it took us more than twenty minutes. At 4 we were half an hour after the hostel and slept.
Sunday, February 13
last day in Paris with the usual alarm clock to arrive in time to breakfast and having packed my bags, we left the room by depositing the bags in the luggage room hostel.
We did not have a clear plan, and so if in doubt, after so many monuments, we decided to "make us" a shopping mall. We went to the famous "Lafayette" cows and pigs, was closed. We have moved in nearby Opera and of course, since there are no shows at that hour of the morning, was closed to visitors and so we decided for the monumental cemetery of Père-Lachaise. First of civil cemeteries in Paris, is also the largest and one of the most famous of the world and is among the most visited places in the French capital.
Although most of the visitors are young drug addicts who go to the grave of Jim Morrison in Pere-Lachaise cemetery are or were buried many celebrities, including: Frédéric Chopin, Honoré de Balzac, Eugène Delacroix, Gioachino Rossini, Oscar Wilde, Amedeo Modigliani, Marcel Proust, Piero Gobetti, Edith Piaf, Maria Callas, Simone Signoret, Yves Montand, Marie Trintignant , Marcel Marceau, Maria Schneider and many others.
Without a ride in the vast cemetery, and after seeing the graves of Morrison, Chopin, Wilde and Proust, we are back to 15 in the center and more specifically on the Champs Elysees. It was decided to do things slowly and at about 16 to return to take the luggage, so we spent that time visiting some free shop. And they that were open, not like the Galleries Lafayette!
After a tour of H & M (Matt is going crazy for the last franchise Scandinavian) and a few minutes at the Virgin store, we walked to the Arch of Triumph, at the end of the road. As had become the 16, we took the metro, just below the Arch, and we went back to Montmartre.
A quick look around in the last gifts that Matt had to do a quick sandwich at McDonald's and at 17:30 we went to pick up your bags at the hostel and we headed to Port Maillot, take the shuttle to the airport . Although someone at the front desk had told us that the shuttle departed Bouvais 3 hours and 45 minutes before the flight, we were not absolutely certain time and so we went well in advance.
At 18 o'clock we were at Port Maillot, in the parking lot in front of the Hotel Concorde La Fayette, which departed from the airport shuttles. After a while you chaos and waiting, finally we left at 18:50 to arrive at its destination at 20 o'clock.
Tired of risk every time a control the size of the trolley, so I decided to travel light but carry a bag, although I was immune from fines and penalties of Ryanair, I have emptied the contents during personal checks. Incredible! And there was nothing suspicious.
The return flight started at 22:25 and we landed just before midnight in Bologna where he was waiting for the man in the "Park to air with a minibus that took us straight to the parking lot. Bolonia We started at midnight and a half and having him home Matt, at 3:10 I was finally home. In bed at 4 and at 7:30 the alarm to be regularly in the office on Monday morning.
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