Of course a trip to Europe must include
a trip to Paris, after all, or else
all those I might describe my journey to
would throttle me for staying just at home.
I thought that Josh would go with me, but then
his teacher dropped a lot of work on him!
And so I planned to go to France alone.
From London, take the Eurostar - that's all.
But first I stopped at Upminster to see
acquaintances I had not seen in years -
my mom and dad knew them, but I was young -
too young to know at all what they were like.
I stayed with them a while, then I set out.
St. Pancras was my next exotic stop.
And that is when disaster struck me down
For I had wrongly read the leaving-time
And haply come an hour, far too late!
My heart sank low, but I had little choice
and bought another ticket for the train.
What's done is done... and so I carried on
The Eurostar took me beneath the sea
And into Gare du Nord - I had arrived!
And post some hardship getting Euro coins
so I could buy a Metro ticket south,
I set alight at Gare du Montparnasse,
was greeted there, and taken to the flat -
a hostel looking out upon the view
from fourteen mighty stories in the sky!
I could not join some folks that left the place,
'Twas just as well, for I had just one day
to see all Paris had to offer me,
and I must get up early for that day!
The morning broke; I rose and armed myself,
and headed for the Louvre across the Seine.
A place so large that one could lose oneself
in trips through time, within its glassy halls.
I spent two hours there, and saw some splendid things,
then left it all behind to see the rest.
The Jardin was nearby; I walked through there
And then up next, the Place de la Concorde;
I saw The Thinker, set upon his throne;
And walked nearby the Hotel Invalides.
Through St Germain des Pres, I walked in awe,
and ate my one meal for the day near there;
I saw the Pantheon, and Notre Dame,
and even went inside that famous church.
I went inside Jardin des Plantes; alas,
I could not stay for long, for they closed up.
I walked straight through the Champs-Elysees,
surrounded by the glitzy glamor greats,
and watched the famous Arc de Triomphe light up.
And last, of course, the symbol of the state:
The Eiffel Tower - larger than I thought...
I watched the lights light up, and madly dance,
and marveled yet again at where I stood -
I walked where many more had walked before,
and yet the day was special just for me.
The morning saw a hasty trip back there
to nab a daylight picture of the place,
then rush to Gare du Nord just one last time
to take me back to London, where I lived.
Though Paris had been fun, I gladly left -
I'd heard quite little English since I'd come,
so France, for all its charm, felt strange to me.
It was a foreign land, the first I'd been
where natively a language not my own
was spoken freely all around my head.
One day I hope to spend more hours there,
for just a day in Paris left me short
of many other things I could have done.
a trip to Paris, after all, or else
all those I might describe my journey to
would throttle me for staying just at home.
I thought that Josh would go with me, but then
his teacher dropped a lot of work on him!
And so I planned to go to France alone.
From London, take the Eurostar - that's all.
But first I stopped at Upminster to see
acquaintances I had not seen in years -
my mom and dad knew them, but I was young -
too young to know at all what they were like.
I stayed with them a while, then I set out.
House in Upminster
St. Pancras was my next exotic stop.
And that is when disaster struck me down
For I had wrongly read the leaving-time
And haply come an hour, far too late!
My heart sank low, but I had little choice
and bought another ticket for the train.
What's done is done... and so I carried on
The Eurostar took me beneath the sea
And into Gare du Nord - I had arrived!
And post some hardship getting Euro coins
so I could buy a Metro ticket south,
I set alight at Gare du Montparnasse,
was greeted there, and taken to the flat -
a hostel looking out upon the view
from fourteen mighty stories in the sky!
I could not join some folks that left the place,
'Twas just as well, for I had just one day
to see all Paris had to offer me,
and I must get up early for that day!
View from my 14th floor Parisian flat
The morning broke; I rose and armed myself,
and headed for the Louvre across the Seine.
A place so large that one could lose oneself
in trips through time, within its glassy halls.
I spent two hours there, and saw some splendid things,
then left it all behind to see the rest.
Great halls at the Louvre
The exterior
The Jardin was nearby; I walked through there
The Jardin des Tuileries
And then up next, the Place de la Concorde;
I saw The Thinker, set upon his throne;
The Thinker
And walked nearby the Hotel Invalides.
Through St Germain des Pres, I walked in awe,
and ate my one meal for the day near there;
St. Germain des Pres
Pasta
I saw the Pantheon, and Notre Dame,
and even went inside that famous church.
The Pantheon
Notre Dame
I went inside Jardin des Plantes; alas,
I could not stay for long, for they closed up.
I walked straight through the Champs-Elysees,
surrounded by the glitzy glamor greats,
and watched the famous Arc de Triomphe light up.
Arc de Triomphe
And last, of course, the symbol of the state:
The Eiffel Tower - larger than I thought...
I watched the lights light up, and madly dance,
and marveled yet again at where I stood -
I walked where many more had walked before,
and yet the day was special just for me.
At night
At day
The morning saw a hasty trip back there
to nab a daylight picture of the place,
then rush to Gare du Nord just one last time
to take me back to London, where I lived.
Though Paris had been fun, I gladly left -
I'd heard quite little English since I'd come,
so France, for all its charm, felt strange to me.
It was a foreign land, the first I'd been
where natively a language not my own
was spoken freely all around my head.
One day I hope to spend more hours there,
for just a day in Paris left me short
of many other things I could have done.
- originally written November 27