I spent last week in Paris with three friends (all jazz musicians/fans; we met up with some other American jazz friends while we were there). It was AWESOME. I’d been there in 1984, as a young teen with my family, but this was effectively my first time.
I studied French in grade school, high school, and college (and again before grad school), and before the trip I did some brushing up via Duolingo: my vocabulary is still that of a child, and my grammar and pronunciation are somewhat abysmal, but I was able to conduct short conversations entirely in French and I really enjoyed that. Everyone there seemed to appreciate the effort, and they also appreciated my apologies for mangling their language. I wish I had the time/money to take a conversational French class.
We stayed in the opera district, just a few blocks from the Palais Garnier (photo: front of the opera house). What an amazing part of the city to walk around in! We landed Sunday morning, and spent the day walking around a little with a late lunch at our first sidewalk cafe. After being able to check into our rooms, we freshened up and then took a dinner cruise on the Seine (photo: the Eiffel Tower at sunset, taken from the cruise). Beautiful scenery, amazing food and wine, and a perfect way to end our arrival day (while we were fighting to stay awake and adjust to Paris time).
Monday was the Louvre. All day, because…Louvre. That evening we had a decadent, luxurious, 3-hour dinner at Café de la Paix, across from the opera house. By the time dessert was done, so were we!
Tuesday started with the Eiffel Tower: we had purchased summit tickets in advance, but by the time we got to the penultimate level one of my friends and I decided that our vertigo couldn’t take another elevator ride. The other two wanted to go all the way to the top, but the line for that elevator wound up being too long so we all hung out at almost-the-top for a while. The views from there were good enough for me! After the tower we headed to the Champs-Élysées and the Arc de Triomphe (photo: the Arc from across the street). That evening two of us met up with some other friends at Café Universel, where I sang at the jazz jam session (photos: #1 and #2)!
Wednesday was Notre Dame (photo: the front), and the Musée d’Orsay – which I enjoyed much more than I expected (photo: Sacré-Cœur and Montmartre as seen through the Orsay’s giant clock window). That night was a performance by a DC-based jazz vocalist my friends and I know: her show was the catalyst for the trip.
Thursday I took the day off! LOL! The jet lag was getting to me, so I slept in and then did some walking and shopping. I met up with everyone for dinner, then one friend went to our singer friend’s second show while the other three of us went in search of some other Paris jazz and discovered a wonderful piano and bass duo at the Café Laurent. Afterwards my companions went back to the hotel, but I joined our other jazz friends for a late dinner and drinks at La Poule au Pot.
Friday morning was a tour of the Fragonard perfume musuem (more interesting than I expected it to be!), and then we finally went inside the Palais Garnier. I believe my exact reaction to the interior was “WOW.” Afterwards I once again split off from my friends, and went back to the hotel to sleep some more – I’d been out until 3am the night before, and knew Friday night would be another late one. Once again we all reunited for dinner – this time at the fabulous Carpe Diem Café – and then made our way to legendary Duc des Lombards jazz club. A Cameroonian pianist was there, playing an interesting and lively fusion of African and traditional jazz, but we were mostly just waiting for the after-hours jam session to begin. A couple of us got up and sang (not me this time)! It was really something, and we didn’t leave until just after 3am (the jam went until 4am). My last photo in this post is of trumpeter Jeremy Pelt, who stopped by the jam after his gig around the corner.
I definitely want to go back, and have already started a list of things I didn’t get to that I want to do next time (e.g., ride the Metro and go to Montmartre). It’s entirely possible that my thrall is largely because I was only there for a week, but I’d love to find out. Of course the food was simply amazing everywhere (even at the Louvre’s café!), but I also enjoyed the culture and the people. And I did not get to hear enough jazz there.
Who’s up for Paris 2018 with me?