We rented the “Velib” bikes that are all over town. We needed to do this online and our hotel
seemed to give us ½ hour free slow internet access every two days, which was
barely enough time to get that done.
This is a system of rental bicycles primarily for
transportation. You get an account, and
then you check a bike out from a station and check it back in at a station near
your destination. Americans need to sign
up online because our credit cards with the magnetic stripe cannot be read by
the machine. The fee for visitors is
1.70 euros per day, and bikes are free for the first ½ hour and about 1 euro
for every ½ hour after that until they are returned.
For the most part, the bikes worked well. However, we found many stations to be out of
order, and/or without vacant spaces to return bikes. We realized that since many people use
them to commute, in some areas there are plenty of bikes and no stalls to return, and in others there
are no bikes at various times of the day.
Our hotel was ideally situated to rent velib bikes because
there is a station across the street, and there are bike paths on either side
of the canal. We rode along the canal de
Villette and continued all the way to the Seine. I had a bike map of Paris but we soon
realized that many of the paths on the map were actually bus lanes, and we
found ourselves along with many other riders darting in and out of traffic.
We
crossed the river to the left bank (5th) and tried to return the
bikes to a station, but the station screen had the blue screen of death and was in need
of a rebooting. I later realized I didn't need the screen and probably could have just returned it there, but I didn't realize that at the time, so anyways we kept riding. We happened to find the
bridge of locks, which we had seen on the Late Late Show when they filmed in
Paris.
The next several
stations we found were all full of bikes with no spaces to return. Finally we found a station where some people
were checking bikes out, so we could put ours there.
After returning the bikes we walked around the 5th
in the student area, stopped at a crepe stand for lunch and ate our crepes in a
churchyard/park nearby. Then we walked
further south to the Jardin de Luxembourg, which was partially under
construction. However, it was the first
beautiful and sunny day in Paris since we got there, and probably in quite a
while, so there were many people enjoying the sunshine.
We observed that Parisians are big readers. Almost everyone there was either reading a book or doing some kind of writing in a notebook, in full sunlight. We saw no gadgets such as Ipads or Kindles. (Lots of people have iphones and blackberries, but they did not use them for things like reading as far as we could tell.)
At that point we thought we might ride up to the Marais
again to walk around some more. We
checked out some bikes and found ourselves riding through the middle of rush
hour, and it was very harrowing. We gave
up and walked through the 3rd and 4th areas, past the
Pompidou center, and then decided to take the metro up to Sacre Coeur.
This was about a million miles from les Champs Elysees. As far as I could tell, it looked like piles
of peoples’ laundry with price tags on top.
However she didn’t buy anything.
It even took too long for her to hunt for anything. I would have taken more pictures but some of
these people clearly didn’t want their pictures taken there.
Then we walked up the hill and nancy waited about 40 minutes
to use one of the automatic restrooms.
They are great if nobody is ahead of you, but each cycle of using the
bathroom, washing, and cleaning takes about 5 minutes. So with 7 people ahead of her, it took a
while.
Took the funicular up the hill. Sacre Coeur was a nice view but there were a
bunch of teenagers there listening to folk music and we didn’t stay long. We walked north from there along Rue Clignancourt,
intending to catch the bus along Rue Ordener back to our hotel. Clearly this was a part of Paris that
doesn’t make the guidebook.
We were hungry and cold so we stopped in Chez Fille a la Peau de Lune ("The House of a girl with skin of the moon"?), a West African restaurant with about 2 visible
tables (more in the back) for dinner. A woman who seemed to be the owner of the restaurant was from Gabon and sat right at our table while she chatted with her other clients. We
couldn’t communicate well with anyone there, since nobody spoke English and I
was limited to my high school level French, but people were perfectly nice to us.
Nancy got chicken wings, which were delicious, and I got pork ribs,
which were good but was the kind of food I can’t eat very much of, so I helped
nancy with her wings. We both got
plantains on the side, although I later wished I had ordered fufu, which my old
roommate Ricardo used to make, and she said they served.
At Rue Ordener, we caught the bus back to our hotel. While on the bus, we saw someone outside
chasing another person and yelling at him.
It was pretty apparent that the person being chased had just pickpocketed
the person doing the chasing. Nobody on
the bus seemed to care very much.
Got home and were tired.
Hit the sack.
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