The results of a day spent wandering about the touristy spots of Paris alone until evening. Nice to know that I’m capable of finding my way around alone if I want to. But I don’t want to again. Not alone. No way.
Wandered onto the bridge called Pont des Arts (and that’s the Louvre there) which has lots and lots of padlocks attached to the railings on either side. I presumed this must be one of those things where couples come and attach a padlock there and throw away the key to symbolise everlasting love or something.
(A Google search brought up news articles from May this year that say the city authorities started removing the locks because they were becoming eyesores – like this article, for instance. Well, if they removed all of the locks in May… the locks sure ‘grew’ back pretty quick. lol)
I couldn’t help wondering how long most of these relationships actually lasted or will last. (Not “fur immer“, certainly, if I was to take my film studies classmates as sample of how relationships are conducted and how long they last. It’s much nicer to imagine the couples being like Li Lian and Niger, John and Mei Sin, Cheryl and Alex, and so on.)
The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel. Not to be confused with the other, more famous one – the Arc de Triomphe de L’Étoile.
Funnily enough, a few minutes before I arrived at Notre Dame, the song that came up on my iPod was Quasimodo’s “Out There” from Hunchback of Notre Dame.
For sanity’s sake, I’ll stop here for now. The nighttime photos and the Louvre pics and all that can come in other posts.
And this is roughly the route of my wanderings, if you feel so inclined to know. (Click for full view.)
Red line indicates walking, blue indicates shortcut by Metro. I didn’t mark the return trips (our hotel was where the little marker is) because there’d be unnecessary lines crisscrossing the map since I merely used the Metro. The full red line was my morning/afternoon walk. By the time I got to the Arc de Triomphe in the afternoon I was too tired to walk aaaaall the way back. The second line (with blue and red) was my route to Notre Dame and to the Eiffel Tower. And of course the train doesn’t cut straight across from Saint Michel to the Eiffel. But I don’t see the need to trace the train lines here. haha