The morning after my adventure to the Ritz dawned drizzly. Or rather would have dawned drizzly had I awakened before nine. In any case, I thought a drizzly, overcast Tuesday would be just the time to take my first excursion on Batobus, depicted above.
Someone had tipped me to getting a Batobus multi-day pass before I started on my trip, and it was one of the best pieces of advice I received. Batobus is a group of river boats which cruise on the Seine in a continuous circuit from the Jardin des Plantes to the Tour Eiffel and back again. You can see the full listing for this easy and wonderful service
here. The great thing about a Batobus pass is that you can get on and off the boat as many times as you like for the life of the pass. Just like a personal water taxi. And the seats are enclosed so any stormy weather you encounter is kept safely away.
Tuesday morning, I ambled from the Isl Saint Louis behind Notre Dame and over to the Left Bank feeling like I actually knew where I was going. A fine feeling. The spots where Batobus stops are marked with flags so you can easily tell where on a quai to go. As luck would have it, the boat had just arrived when I walked down onto the Quai de Montebello. I flashed my weekly pass and strolled onto the boat as easy as you please. Honestly, I cannot imagine a better way to spend part of a rainy Paris day than to ride Batobus up and down the Seine. It is just fascinating...
...for example, the view of Notre Dame from the river. Other views...
The famous "prow" of the Isl de Cite. There were lovers there...um...loving...how marvellously bohemian!! I gave the photo another try.....missed them again. Just as well...
The Pont Des Artes...
The Pont Notre Dame....
...sometimes going under a bridge impresses you with its amazing construction and solidity much more than walking over it. The Pont Neuf...
The Academie de France...
I don't imagine that my humble efforts here will get me elected to the Academie but I would sure like to have one of these grand outfits they give you as a member, here shown on one of my favorite authors Jean Dutourd...
and of some other grand gents...
any club where they give out swords and sashes is OK by me.
The weather was pretty decent while I was on my Batobus excursion. I tried to spend all my time on the open aft deck enjoying the breeze...
The Musee' d'Orsay...
Then, you come just far enough up river. You are peering through your phone to get a shot of the French Senate or some such thing...and you see a shadow from a dream of your entire life...
Then, you hear a young lady on the aft deck near you give a soft gasp. Then, you see it...
Then, you gasp too.
Even after a couple of days. After Air France. After customs. After Chez Benoit. After the Louvre. After the first of more than a few great meals and bottles of wine. You, my friend, are in PARIS.
The view above is from the quai after leaving Batobus at the Port de la Bourdonnais. What impressed me was not so much its height but how wide it is. There was a lovely carousel and a little Spring fair set up in the plaza at the top of the quai across the street from the Tour.
This really cute sweater was for sale at one of the booths of the fair, showing our family's two Papillion dogs and what appear to be a couple of aliens or perhaps Aztec sun symbols? In any event, I didn't know anyone small enough to wear this size sweater so I passed on to another booth where I was looking at some wallets and purses when I noticed a distinct change in the air temperature. The weather was taking a turn for the ugly. I looked around and, having already made a close-up inspection of the Eiffel Tower [no going up for me, I do NOT do exposed heights...at least sober]...I found myself squarely on the horns of a dilemma. Whether to abandon my original plan of walking from the Eiffel Tower, across the Pont d'Ilena, past the Trocadero and up to the Arc de Triomphe then down the Champs Elysee, through The Tuileries and home, or to get my still relatively dry self back onto Batobus and cruise sanguinely down the Seine back to Notre Dame for a leisurely lunch in some nice little place in the Latin Quarter. The reader should know that this Epic will stick to a plan. Particularly when it involves walking all over a new city. I buttoned up my L.L. Bean weatherproof jacket, wished desperately for a flask of Calvados [in just a few minutes the weather had turned very cold and windy] and turned toward the Trocadero.
A serious storm was brewing. I made it across the Pont d'lena before the really large raindrops began hitting me in the face...
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