I don’t know about you, but a lot of my weekends go a bit like this:
It’s the WEEKEND!
7pm – Sprint out of work.
7.30pm – Do something practical that I haven’t been able to do all week; like buy an iron or pick up my dry cleaning. Tick off list. Feel like William the Conqueror.
8pm – Home. Damn. It’s already eight. I’m exhausted.
9.30pm – Make something nice to eat. Eat it. Crap, it’s half nine. I should do something sociable.
10.30pm – That CSI episode was great. I might watch another. I’ll be sociable tomorrow.
1pm – See a friend for lunch. Buy some stuff. Wander around Paris or write a bit.
7pm – Parrrtay TIME, baby! Wine, check. Heels, check. Spare shoes in bag for the (definitely not recommended) bike back home, check.
3am – How many times do I need to remind myself; beer BEFORE wine. Rookie error. Oopsh. Wheresh my coat…lalalala…
11am – Ugh
2pm – Ughhhhhhhh
4pm – GET OUT OF BED EMILY. GET OUT NOW. (Ughhhh).
6pm – Go to laundrette. Local tramp joins me. Resist the urge to crawl and curl up inside the tumble dryer.
8pm – Chronic wave of depression. It’s the end of the weekend. The END. You’ve wasted it. You’ve wasted all your weekend doing nothing of value. You’re wasting your LIFE, waster.
9pm – Iron clothes with new iron in miserable state of self pity. Not even the steam function can lift my spirits. Sniff.
Living in Paris, it’s easy to get sucked in to the city mentality: working hard during the week, and spending your weekends catching up on sleep and spending time with friends. But sometimes it does the world of good to get out and explore new things, otherwise you end up feeling frustrated and down.
France isn’t just Paris, despite what the locals might think! There are so many beautiful areas to explore, easily accessible by train or car.
With this in mind, I decided to venture outside my beloved City of Lights and see what else this country has to offer.
I went to….
An area to recommend, although I imagine it would be packed with tourists during the warmer months, is La Petite France. Cobbled streets and canals make this tiny quarter a must-see.
We stayed in a little hotel on the Place Kleber, called Le Kleber (http://www.legroupehk.com/kleber/) which was really well-situated for touristing, and not too expensive either.
Having come by car, we were able to take a drive around the area, crossing the Rhine just to be able to say we’d been to Germany. The European Union is also not far, but they seemed to be less welcoming to tourists.
It was great to be able to get out and explore new areas of this country. Getting back on Sunday afternoon, I felt like I’d been around the world and back, not a moment wasted, a new city discovered, and still a few hours to do my laundry…with the local tramp of course
I’m thinking Brussels next time…any comments would be welcome!