Paris…Wonderful any time of the year

We are so happy to be back in Paris, with its wrought iron balconies

and sidewalk cafes.

There are endless neighborhoods to explore, markets to shop, and delicious food to eat. And, since we are here for 16 days – not long enough, but so much better than our last month of moving every two days – we can take some down time to just chill!

Often, in talking about our grand adventure, we are asked the question, “So, what is your favorite place?” The answer is always the same…Paris. For years, before we became Nomads, we tried to begin or end any trip abroad in Paris. We’ve been here often enough to have determined our favorite neighborhood (Le Marias) although, every time we come, we find new places to explore.

During this stay, we found more art to see, including a huge David Hockney exhibit at the Pompidou Centre, and a lovely collection of impressionist paintings (“The Hansen’s Secret Garden”) at the Musée Jacquemart Andre. We also went with our friends Anne & Jeff to an interesting exhibit at the Musée d’Art Moderne which showed how three artists – Derain, Balthus and Giacometti – influenced each other.  But my favorite sight at this museum was a large room with a huge fresco – La Fee Electricité – created by Raoul Dufy for the 1937 International Exhibition in Paris, that depicts the story of electricity.  It is colorful, full of details and simply wonderful!

We learned how to use the Velib, the Paris bike-share system, and took a long ride with a guide and one other couple finding hidden corners of neighborhoods both familiar and new.

We had a cheese tasting lesson with the charming Fabrice,
            
with whom we sampled six different cheeses, learned how to taste a cheese, and much about the specific regions from which particular cheeses come.  The rules about cheese naming are as strict as those that govern wines.  You can’t call a cheese ‘Roquefort,’for example, unless it comes from the town of Roquefort and is made following clearly spelled out rules.

We made a day trip by train to Chartres.  The famous cathedral is the main draw. We arrived in time for the daily tour by Malcolm Miller, who has been conducting tours of this cathedral for 60 years!  It seems, though, that he needed a day off, so we went with one of his understudies.  She took us into the crypt where there were some well-preserved frescoes,

and explained the stories contained in the remarkable stained glass windows.

Chartres has long been a stop for pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago.  There is a tile outside the cathedral that points the way.

Although the cathedral is the main draw, we also enjoyed exploring the town of  Chartres. Situated on the Eure River,

it is a charming place.

Père Lachaise Cemetery is an interesting place on the outskirts of Paris to walk and discover graves of a wide range of famous people from Moliere (reburied here to provide prestige when the cemetery opened), Oscar Wilde (whose grave is now behind glass since it became covered in lipstick ‘kisses’) and Gertrude Stein (and Alice B. Toklas…)

to Jim Morisson (whose grave is fenced off since the graffiti was cleaned off his and several adjacent stones)

to the founder of the Paris Metro (people leave Metro tickets on his grave)

to one of the cartoonists who was killed in the Charlie Hebdo shooting in 2015.

Besides all there is to see, it is just a lovely place to walk…

I’m fascinated by the proliferation of flea markets throughout Paris.  They call them ‘Vide Greniers’ or ‘Brocantes.’ Here you can find some of the strangest pieces of furniture,

more silver than anyone needs,

and some reasonable nice paintings.

I enjoy browsing the booths and not really buying anything.  After all, where would I fit it in my single small suitcase??  I also remember that my friend Gary Hill, who lived in Paris for many years, used to find all sorts of things with which to furnish his apartment at the Paris Brocantes…

We had one last look at the Eiffel Tower – it is magical at night! – before leaving Paris to explore more of France.

Driving on the Left

Driving on the left side of the road from what we think of as the ‘shotgun seat’ has taken some getting used to. Rick Steves suggests in his travel guide that it takes a few hours to get acclimated. I wish!  Actually the driving, and even the roundabouts, is fairly easy to adjust to. You are fed into the roundabouts angled in the proper direction. The difficulty for me has been judging where the front left wheel of our small Vauxhall is tracking. I adjusted the passenger (left) side mirror downward so that I could see the white line or curb–with which I’ve become well acquainted, both visually and tactilely.  Another benefit of this mirror position is that it gives Kathy something to look at (before she gasps) when she perceives me to be too close on the left.

I even taped a one square inch piece of paper to the dash, positioned so that when it reflected onto the windshield I could line up that reflection with the center line on the road! Then I was centered on the narrow roads we were negotiating.  It was four or five days before I was confident (at least somewhat) that I could judge the position of the car on the road.

A totally new experience is driving for extended periods on single lane two way roads.  Yep, that’s not a typo.  The ‘single track’ roads are interspaced with turnouts, usually fairly often but not always, allowing one car (hope it’s  not a bus) to  pull over while the other passes.  (“Kathy, you can open your eyes now.”)

About the time I became totally comfortable with the small Vauxhall, we flew to Dublin and when leaving, picked up not the expected VW Golf, but the considerably larger Passat for touring Ireland.  Thus, a whole new acclimation period.  Thankfully, the roads in Ireland are an upgrade from those in Scotland–even some divided highways, and very few single lane roads.

I’m thinking that I might have adapted more quickly to driving on the left thirty or forty years ago, but I am glad that we (and the cars) escaped unscathed.  Now arriving in Paris for two+ weeks, I’ll have a chance to reset my driving instincts to driving on the right side of the road before we head to the Dordogne.

 

Our Eyes are on Ireland

We planned a clockwise two-week driving tour of Ireland – an overview to be sure, but we’ve tried to make the most of our limited time.

We began with 4 days in Dublin, and there was plenty to keep us occupied. We had an Airbnb in the newly developed (and still developing) Docklands area that was an easy walk to everything we wanted to see in the city.  (We’ll pick up the car as we leave Dublin…)
We did a lot of walking, first taking our own (Rick Steves) tour up O’Connell Street, appreciating the old part of Dublin north of the River,

and then signing on for a Historical Walk led by Grace, a PhD historian from Trinity College.

She covered everything from the Vikings (whose ancient village has been cemented over to make way for a City Council building) to the Temple Bar pub scene (which is very much alive!) 
The Book of Kells, a 1200-year-old manuscript of the four gospels, meticulously written & illustrated by monks, is a must see in Dublin…long lines unless you book ahead on line (we did). It’s actually quite difficult to see the actual manuscript – it’s under glass in a case with lots of people crowding around it – but there are good explanations, illustrations and even videos demonstrating the process of making the vellum, writing the manuscript and binding it together in an exhibit before you get to the real thing.

After viewing the Book, you’re led upstairs to the Trinity College Library.  This was, to me, the real treat!

The stacks were reminiscent of those in the Peabody Library in Baltimore.  Just look at how they are are alphabetized…

There were lots of water sports on the Docklands canal, which we could view from our window…standup paddleboards, kayaks, skulls, and a clever setup where a skier or wake boarder was propelled along a zip line over jumps between two piers. Fun!


Dublin boasts a mix of traditional and very modern architecture.


and sculptures like “The Linesman” that evoke an earlier era of ships in this once-busy harbor.

We read and heard a lot about the Irish Civil War. One moving visit was to the Garden of Remembrance

where there is a fountain with mosaics depicting weapons thrown into the water (in keeping with a Viking post-conflict tradition).

On our last full day in Dublin, we visited Epic: The Irish Emigration Museum.  The tag line here is “Discover how the Irish influenced and shaped the world.”  This fascinating, high tech, interactive museum traces why so many Irish left Ireland (famine, religion, politics, opportunity) and the contributions they made around the world after they left. What an exhibit!

The museum is housed in a reclaimed warehouse, the old CHQ (Custom House Quay) building – that once provided storage for whiskey, wine & tobacco.

We picked up our rental car, a diesel VW Passat with a navigation system and sensors around ALL parts of the car, and headed south to Kinsale (County Cork).  On the way, we stopped at Charles Fort, Britain’s largest star-shaped fort which became the model for many other forts in Europe and elsewhere (including Fort McHenry in Baltimore). We got there just in time for the last guided tour of the day.

Kinsale is a charming and colorful town

that was once a very important trading port for Ireland.

We learned much about the town’s history from a tour guide named Barry who, with his partner, Don, leads Don and Barry’s Historic Stroll. In addition to the history lesson, we were treated to lots of Irish humor.

There is a really pretty harbor here, which is now filled mostly with pleasure boats.

We’re staying in a B&B (I had trouble finding Airbnb accommodations in much of Ireland), a small room at the top of the town with many steps. Fortunately, our hosts were very helpful getting suitcases up and down.

Our next stop was Kenmare (County Kerry). In this lively town, our room was above a bar on one of the town’s two main streets.

Irish music wafted up the stairs, and it was easy to stop by after dinner for a pint and some music.
As we left Kenmare on our way to Dingle, we drove the Ring of Kerry, which is one of the must-do scenic drives in Ireland. Unfortunately, our drive was done in fog and rain, which didn’t allow for much scenic viewing, or picture-taking…

We arrived in Dingle (County Kerry) in the rain and were distressed to find that our B&B was a 15 minute walk outside of town, but it did have a lovely view out the back.

By dinnertime, the weather had cleared and we made the walk to a very nice restaurant.
I’ve decided, though, that B&Bs don’t suit us. I want a kitchen of my own, and more space, the privacy of having the place to ourselves, and the freedom to have breakfast whenever we please! (There, I got that off my chest!)
On our second day in Dingle, we went on a Scuird (Gaelic for ‘excursion’) Archeology Tour. Our guide, Michael Collins

drove a group of 12 (all Americans, and all from the Northeast!) around the Dingle Peninsula in a minivan, stopping at key archeological sites. The area is filled with stones that have been used for centuries to build fences

and ‘beehive huts’ that were both lived in and used to house animals and store food. This tour was especially enjoyable for Rick because he was able to really appreciate the surroundings since he wasn’t driving!The Dingle loop was a good consolation prize for having missed the Ring of Kerry.We’d been advised to seek out O’Sullivan’s Courthouse Pub, while in Dingle.So, after dinner on our second night, we did just that.  We were not disappointed. Tommy O’Sullivan, on accordion, and a lovely lass on fiddle played wonderful Irish music to a packed house.

We loved our time Galway. It is a lively city with more street musicians (some accompanied by step dancers) than we’ve seen anywhere.

Sunday, Sept 3, is the All Ireland Hurling final and the Galway team is playing. Flags in the team colors are everywhere in town and the locals are very excited.  This is like the Super Bowl for the GAA (Gaelic Athletic Association)!

One of our recent tour guides described the sport of hurling as “a combination of field hockey, ballet and murder.” And I’ve heard it referred to as the ‘national sport of Ireland.’
NOTE: It’s now Sunday afternoon, and I’m happy to report that Galway won the match, taking the title for the first time since 1998!! If you want to read about the game, click here.  It’s worth a read just to note the names of the players and the technical descriptions of a sport that I don’t really understand, but that ignites such passion in its fans…

Derry to the Nationalists (Catholics/loyal to Ireland) or Londonderry (to the Unionists (Protestants/loyal to Britain) was much contested during the ‘Troubles’ in Northern Ireland. The British sent loyalists – mostly Scots, and Protestant – decades ago to this historically Catholic town to establish British primacy. They moved into the high ground and relegated the local Catholics to the boggy low ground.  Then they built a wall around the British part of the town. Derry is one of few cities whose 17th century walls are still completely intact, although the city extends well outside the walls today. It is easy to walk the walls (20 feet high and nearly as thick)

to get a birds-eye view of the city.

Our Airbnb was in Bogside, the Catholic neighborhood that was a tinderbox during the Troubles in Northern Ireland. There we viewed more than a dozen murals, painted on the ends of buildings,

that depict people and scenes from the difficult times here 45 years ago.

There is also a Bloody Sunday memorial to the 13 men murdered by British paratroopers on January 30, 1972.

It was not until 2010, after a 12-year investigation, that Britain apologized to the people of Derry and admitted that the killings were unjustifiable. While all seems peaceful now, and most people agree that Derry has come together, especially since 2010, there is still evidence of distrust of Britain and a sense of unrest that lingers.

We seem to have a propensity for ‘happening onto’ festivals and events of which we were unaware when we planned our trip.  Portrush, on the Antrim Coast (northeastern) of Ireland, was another of these.  It turns out that Sept 2-3 is the annual Portrush Airshow! Who knew? Our first clue was the almost standstill traffic we encountered as we approached our destination B&B. Fortunately, it’s a bit out of town so, once we got there, we parked and then walked 25 minutes into town.  What a scene!

Thousands of people, lots of families, lined the beach and anywhere in town with a clear view of the sky to watch all sorts of aircraft do arial acrobatics and formation flying.

Portrush reminds me of an East Coast ocean town – arcades, beaches, fast food, and lots of people out for a summer holiday.
The Antrim Coast provided us with more dramatic Irish scenery.

Most notable is the Giant’s Causeway, a geologic wonder with over 40,000 hexagonal basalt columns, formed by successive lava flows 60 million years ago!
Legend has it that a giant named Finn McCool built the causeway to reach another giant’s territory in Scotland…the Irish have lots of great stories…

On the walk down to the Causeway, we encountered a rock-strewn cove that we were told is the windiest place in all of Ireland.  I believe it!

We were only overnight in Belfast before flying to Paris, where we’ll settle in for 16 days (what a relief after a month of frantic travel!). We dropped our stuff at the Airbnb apartment around 11, then returned our rental car and set out to explore the city. After getting a good map at the TI, we went across the street to City Hall, an impressive building for this modest-sized city.

There we went through an exhibit on the history of Belfast. My greatest take-away from this is that this country has been in turmoil for millennia! We remember the Troubles best because they were within our lifetime, but that certainly was not the beginning of sectarian conflict.
We then signed onto a walking tour of the city led by Lyn, an enthusiastic and knowledgeable guide.

She took us to many quarters of the city and showed us historic buildings,

classic bars,

and interesting alleys.

Although we’ve enjoyed our time in Scotland & Ireland, we’re happily off to Paris! Can’t wait to be back in familiar surroundings where we can settle in and not feel like tourists.