“The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing..”
I woke up this morning thinking of Paris. Did I dream of it in the night or was it just a random thought. And then I opened this post from Hallysan at Photographic Memories and just knew that I had to write about that city today.
I have been to Paris several times over the years and really love it.
I have touched on seeing Charles Aznavour in Paris, but let’s go back to the beginning.
As a 15-year-old school girl and part of the French class, I was given the opportunity to visit Paris. I was so excited. I had barely even been out of London then – oh the usual annual holidays to the seaside but really no further than Southend-on-Sea. Money was short at home but somehow my parents managed to let me go on the trip. I probably begged and hassled them until they gave in. Seriously though, they wanted the best opportunities for their girls.
I remember going to have the passport photos taken and then after a couple of weeks, going to Petty France to pick up the passport. This is where the Passport Office was located all those years ago. The Passport Office was relocated in 2002.
I clearly remember turning up to school in school uniform to board the bus. I think we probably wore our uniform for the whole time we were away. It was June 1953 – how very long ago and you ask can anybody really be that old? We were very smug watching the other girls going into the school grounds and envying us. So we were off. The bus (which we called a coach at the time) took us to Dover and then we were on the Cross Channel Ferry to Calais. What excitement. Can you imagine the 20 or so 15-year-olds going on a ferry ride for the first time? I wonder how our teacher and her one assistant coped.
I don’t remember where we spent the night but I am sure we didn’t drive on to Paris that night – it’s some 470 miles.
We arrived in Paris – that glorious city and what a marvel to my young eyes. Cars travelling on the wrong side of the road, smart people moving around, we passed the sights of Paris which I had only read about up to then. And then we arrived at our lodgings. This was a school closed for the summer holidays. We were shown into a long dormitory with curtains around each bed. What an adventure. I had never stayed away from home before. But what a commotion when the teacher discovered that the custodian, an old man by my standards, was to sleep in the dormitory too. She couldn’t have that and so set about finding us some other accommodation. Not easy as people had begun to take trips after the war that had recently ended.
I don’t know how she managed but three of us were put into a small hotel and pretty much left to our own devices for the next couple of hours. Across from the hotel was a fire station and we watched these gorgeous young men going about their business. I have always had a thing about firemen since.
We stayed in that hotel for the time we were in Paris. We were taken to the Louvre and I shall never forget the first glimpse of the Mona Lisa, that wonderful painting by Da Vinci. I have been back several times just to revisit it. We, of course, went up the Eiffel Tower, saw but couldn’t enter the Moulin Rouge. We visited Notre Dame and Les Invalides. We traversed Pont Alexandre and the Champs Elysee.
On one glorious day, we had a trip to Giverny and saw the works of Claude Monet. This was my first introduction to this wonderful painter and over the years I have collected many prints of his work. Perhaps one day when I win the lottery…
Then, all too soon, the trip was over and it was back to dull, dreary London. It was still dull and dreary after the long war we had just survived. But the trip had sown in me the love of Paris and I returned, as I have said several times later.
I believed in love at first sight then (and still do) and that city totally captivated this 15-year-old and has held her in thrall ever since. I most certainly do Love Paris and as I have said, I have returned several times over the years.
Perhaps another post?
“In Paris you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals and in Florence you learn poise” Virgil Thompson, American composer,
1896 – 1989
In Miami you learn to expect another corrupt official to be indicted today and you learn to duck at drive-by shootings from the gangs.
Becoming daily more cynical Carl? Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
Ah. Paris. I’ve been there only once but I loved it, too. Thanks for reminding me. Maybe I’ll go again one day.
I have been back several times and love it just as much, if not more, each time I go. Hope you’ll get there. 🙂
My first time to Paris echos yours ~ I went with the French Club at age 16 or 17. My first plane flight. My first foreign country (other than Canada).
Loved Versailles, Montmartre, the castles of the Loire Valley, Sacre Coeur, the Eiffel Tower, the bistros and patisseries. Aah . . . c’est bonne!
Cafe au Lait and petit pain for breakfast. Croques Monsieurs and Croque Madames. Pomme Frites.
Such wonderful memories and they never leave us do they? BTW is Canada a foreign country? 🙂
I’ve never been to Paris, but my best friend went last year. Looking at her pictures and listening to her describe her sights, I *almost* thought I wanted to go. Then she mentioned how long the flight was. I’ll live vicariously through others 🙂
I’m glad you ‘met’ Monet’s work and have these beautiful memories of your first trip to Paris.
Oh Janna what a treat you are missing. And yes it is a long flight, particularly from NZ – 12 hours to London and then a further hour to Paris but let me tell you it is well worth it. Hope you do go one day. 🙂
Your love for Paris certainly comes forth in your words. I can almost hear the wide-eyed schoolgirl telling all about it upon her return. Thank you for sharing this with all of us.
My parents got to the stage where they didn’t want to hear the word Paris ever again. I just loved it and oh so many memories stored away in my head. Thanks for commenting.
Lovely story thanks, this is just what every teenager’s first trip abroard should be like. 😀
Thanks for the mention too. 🙂
(Another post ? yes please. I never get tired of hearing about Paris.)
Thanks Hallysan. Do you have a real name? I shall do another post on Paris. So many memories I want to share. 🙂
What alovely memory that was. You can’t beat those fresh young impressions of a new place
And so long ago but I remember it clearly.
I visited twice. Once in the summer and once in the winter and I loved both the experiences. I am not at all surprised that you are in love with Paris.
Thank you and thanks for the Sinatra clip. I love it and Paris of course.
No wonder its synonymous with love and romance. Beautiful Paris. I wish I can visit it oneday but till then, I can visualize being there through your post.thanks for sharing.
Watch this space for another Paris memory soon. I hope you get your wish. Paris is well worth seeing.
I’ve never been to Paris, but your photos make me want to!
It’s well worth the effort, so go if you can. Thanks for the comment.
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Hi Judith… WordPress is playing memory games today… It’s just told me you made a ping back to my Paris post. I don’t mind it playing this game as often as it likes, J really enjoyed reading your post again. 😊 😊 😊 😊
I’m putting together a book with some of my posts for my children and came across this one from 2011. I can’t believe how long ago that was.
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I know what you mean… 2011… Difficult to believe isn’t it. 😊 😊 😊
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