Fall Break, etc.

    I know, I have been a terrible steward of this blog! It really has been an insane month here, so apologies for the length of the post...

    The week after returning from Normandy was fast and uneventful. Tests and book reports. The next Wednesday was the next day worth writing about. For my international business classes I had the opportunity to visit the one and only Cointreau factory!

    If you didn't already know Cointreau as the delicious orange liqueur used as the triple-sec in a lot of places' margaritas, then you a) need to drink more margaritas, and b) need to ask for it next time. If you've read this blog, though, you'll know that it was a flaming Cointreau shot that I took here in Angers weeks ago that gave me the circular scar on my right palm.

    Anyway, we toured the factory (which smelled a lot like Jamba Juice) and after a brief q&a about their international business strategy (95% of their business is international, mostly to the US, because in France, domestic alcohol brands are forbidden to advertise) we were all given free Cointreaupolitans (at 11am...). It was a very cool experience, and I'll probably buy everyone Cointreau filled Lindt chocolates for Christmas! Mmmm.

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    That Friday, St. Edward's sponsored a walking tour of the City of Angers! A little late, perhaps, but better late than never. Our good old tour guide, Hedwig, who had previously taken our group to Fauntevraud met our group at the tourist office and from there we walked over the the Château d'Angers.  The château sits right next to the river and next to the cathédrale Saint-Maurice d'Angers, it is the second most prominent feature on the skyline of the city. 


    Built in the 9th century, it was largely deconstructed by Henry III to pave the streets of the city, and it was heavily damaged during WWII when Nazi munitions exploded inside the fortress. Today, it houses the oldest and largest collection of midival tapestries in the world (The Tapestries of the Apocolypse). We walked around the château for an hour or so, and then went through the midieval section of town to the cathedral, all things that we had seen before, but still interesting none the less. 

The week after was midterms =[

    Over the last few weeks, especially the week before I left for Fall Break, the strike was getting more and more intense. The garbage wasn't being picked up so the streets were filled with mountains of trash. Trains were being cancelled left and right. Schools were closed (except for colleges) and one was even burned to the ground in Le Mans after being threatened for remaining open. Protests were happening multiple times a week, there was a fuel shortage (international flights from CDG in Paris were taking off with the intention of refueling just outside of France), and (sometimes violent) riots were happening in Paris, Lyon, and Marseilles. There was even a plan called 'Operation Escargot' in which truck drivers would drive at a walking pace on the highway. This was all in anticipation for the pension reform bill that I have written about before. A lot of other people in my program had their Fall Break travel plans altered because of the trains, but thankfully mine worked out okay!

    Friday the 22nd at 8am I got on my SNCF train to Paris! I occasionally looked up from my book to see beautiful fields and trees beginning to turn for the Fall, and scattered throughout the countryside were several wind energy farms. Upon our arrival at Montparnasse, (literally right as we dismounted the train) Katie ran for the nearest trash can... we had backwards facing seats on the train and she had been very nautious. Welcome to Paris! We laughed that off, and quickly shuffled over to The Metro to get to our hostel way up at the north end of the city at Crimée. The Metro costs 1€70 for each ride, not bad considering the London Tube (The Underground) costs £4 per ride (just think about that terrible exchange rate, too!). 

    We stayed at St. Christopher's Inn Paris, and it was SUCH a nice hostel! Somewhere around 25€ a night and definitely worth it! The staff was so outgoing and accommodating, the bar/grill served delicious French food, there was a club built in, free wifi, cubby style bunk beds that were very private and came with personal night-lights and outlets, and great washroom facilities! It was heaven. Very social, too. We stayed there for three nights and met a lot of interesting people (lots of Canadians, Australians, and Americans).

    After checking into our hostel, we took The Metro to the Orsay Museum to see Impressionist and Naturalist art. It was breathtaking. The museum is in what used to be a mid 19th century rail station, and the building is a work of art in itself. My favorite pieces in the museum were "Porte à l'Enfer" by Rodin, and "Serenity" by Henri Martin. I also really enjoyed the collection of art nouveau. 

    After spending a good three hours in the Orsay, Katie and I walked around that area of the left bank making our way towards Invalides (the war museum where Napoleon is buried). We stopped and bought the most delicious pastries you have ever tasted in your entire life, and then ate them across the bridge on a bench in between Small and Large Palaces (both museums now). 

    Since we were sitting right in front of Le Petit Palais, we decided to go ahead and see the City of Paris Museum of Fine Arts that is housed there. It was getting into the evening, and we only had an hour or so to make it through the rather large building. Everything was so beautiful, from the art nouveau gate, to the garden in the buildings courtyard, to the intricate ironwork on each marble staircase, to the art housed there (once again, Rodin was my favorite). 
    In the building's basement, there was an exposition called "Reporters Without Borders: 100 Photos of Pierre & Alexandra Boulat." The photography was truly breath taking. There were pictures ranging from Yves Saint Laurent preparing for a show in Paris in the 1960's, to images from Iraq and Palestine; from post-war France to the daily life of the American soldier. 

    An hour later it was fairly obvious that the museum was closing. Men and women in navy sweater vests and maroon ties were walking through each exhibit and ushering people towards the exit. Feeling completely satisfied with our sightseeing for the day, Katie and I made our way back to the Metro, back to Crimée. 


    At the hostel, we had some drinks and burgers, and turned in early. At 4:30AM, I woke up to the sound of a drunk Australian who was staying in our 10-bed room stumbling out of his cubby. Our room came with a sink and mirror, but the bathroom was located at the end of the hall. The guy peed in our sink, and while he was doing so he farted so loud that afterwords I heard other people shifting in their beds.


    Saturday morning we pulled ourselves out of bed early so that we could take advantage of the complementary breakfast downstairs. Breakfast consisted of baguettes, Nutella, coffee, and more coffee. We then ventured out for the day, taking the Metro south to Montparnasse so that we could begin the day with a view of Paris from the 59th floor roof of Tour Montparnasse!

    Seeing this view of Paris was one of the things that I was most looking forward to! I felt like a kid in a candy shop as we exited the Metro, crossed the avenue, bought an umbrella at the complex's shopping mall (because rain was moving in across the overcast skies of Paris), and entered the building. 

    Tour Montparnasse was completed in 1972 (the same year as New York's World Trade Center 1), and   stands at 210 Meters (689ft).  In 2005, asbestos was detected as a threat to office workers in the building, and asbestos removal is still going on there. 

   The elevator ride to the observation deck cost a mere 8€ for students and lasted around 12 seconds. There were little flat screens in the elevator that showed exactly how far up the building we were at each second, and counted each passing meter. It also showed our view of Paris as we rose from street level into the sky. Very cool. We were instantly greeted leaving the elevator, and immediately shuffled (as would be the case on any cruise ship) toward a green screen to get our picture taken. Katie and I posed like a real tourist couple, and then walked over to see our image super-imposed on a high definition Paris skyline with TOUR MONTPARNASSE-PARIS written in tacky bubble letters in the lower left-hand corner. Obviously we didn't buy it for 15€ but it was a good picture. 

    If we thought the view from inside the 56th floor observation deck was cool, we needed only walk up the stairs to the roof! As we came closer to the exterior door, we could feel a freezing cold wind-tunnel effect. It was lightly sprinkling outside, but the wind made the mist sting when it hit my face. I couldn't even believe what I was seeing on the roof of that building. I was surrounded by Paris in every direction, and it was a poetic feeling, I wish I could bottle that feeling and sell it! After spending entirely too much time up on the roof admiring the beautiful view and watching a rainstorm roll in over La Defense, we went downstairs again to get some coffee. We sat overlooking the eastern portion of the city, and I learned that the word for skyscraper in French is gratte-ciel. As we were leaving, we asked about 5 different people where the entrance to the Catacombs was located. We would walk a certain distance, and ask another person, and so on.

When we finally reached the small green shack that housed the entrance to the Catacombs about two Metro stops from Montparnasse, it was full on raining. Katie and I waited in a very long line to pay the student price of 6€ to enter. The Catacombs are a famous underground ossuary in Paris. There are miles of tunnel under the city that have become underground cemeteries. Started in the 18th century to relieve the overcrowding of Paris cemeteries, the Catacombs are a very creepy tourist attraction that are definitely worth seeing. Because it was raining while we were in the tunnels, water was seeping through the ceiling and landing on our heads, it was gross, creepy, and added to the somber scene. Thousands upon thousands of bones were formed into sculptures and designs throughout the chilly tunnels. The most memorable part of walking through the Catacombs was probably the endless circular stairwells on either end. They lasted for at least five minutes, and it was like riding a merry-go-round, I wanted to throw up!

    At that point, the baguettes and Nutella were definitely wearing off and we were starving! The next place on our list of things to do (ambitious) was Centre Pompidou (the modern art museum). We hopped right back on the Metro (I think half of my time in Paris may have been spent underground) and rode across the river to the massive museum. Katie and I went to the first boulangerie/patisserie we could find and I got some sort of amazing chicken sandwich, and Katie got an even better Croq Monsieur *(YUM)*. 

    Centre Pompidou was built in 1977 in the high-tech style of architecture, and houses a large public library, and the National Museum of Modern Art.