
Last weekend was one of firsts for me. First time i’d been abroad, first time i’d been to France, first time i’d been on a plane and perhaps most embarrassingly of all, first time I used my passport despite having had it since 1999.
I got it long ago for a school trip to some technology park in France, only to see the trip fall through. Since then, i’d had a few opportunities to holiday abroad, but for one reason or another it never happened. So I had a passport with just 3 years to run, and a picture of fresh faced young kid who looks nothing like he does now.
I booked the weekend in Paris long ago, plenty of time to save up a bit of holiday cash and do some homework on Paris sights and sounds and the like. What was also getting to me was the first flight in a plane. Nothing to worry about, i’d told myself long beforehand, but that didn’t stop me getting nervous. The mind thinking irrational thoughts, reaching a crescendo when I arrived at East Midlands Aiport.
Obviously the mundane and routine nature of flying in a plane soon put my mind at rest, and I soon entered the ‘wow! we’re so high up!’ stage of childlike fascination. Landed in Paris in the early hours and spent the best part of the morning walking the streets with a suitcase that didn’t much like the cobbled Parisian streets.
Managed to get by with my severly limited french, with the phrase ‘Parlez vous Anglais?’ coming into frequent use. It didn’t stop many of the locals spouting french at me though! Luckily all the hotel staff were multi-lingual. Even if at times it was mangled Franglish.
Paris was a nice city, if a little too touristy. It isn’t like the coast, where there are off seasons where it’s pleasant to enjoy without the hordes of people making your life a misery. The main sights were predictably overcrowded, with the Eiffel Tower being the busiest. I was actually thinking of going up it, with the prices not being as bad as I originally thought they might be. However, the queues stretching back down towards the Seine put me off doing anything other than taking pictures.
Coming back on the Monday, I copped the full force of the new security measures. Making the trip out seem relatively painless in comparison. The security checks seemed to take an age, with the main culprits being Japanese tourists who had no clue what they were meant to be doing.
Would definetly go back to France sometime in the future but somewhere less touristy. Though the south french coast certainly looks appealing!
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