I'm back again to present my final verdict on Paris.
Let me follow on from where I stopped in the last entry. On the night of the 5th of Jan, we made a stop at Basilique du Sacre-caeur cathedral on our way to drop Chris back at his hostel. The cathedral was glowing beautifully under the moonlight. It was a waste the cathedral was closed for the night. Chris said the inside is very much more beautiful. Maybe another time.
On Friday morning, 6th of Jan, we drove to Versailles to visit the famous castle. The castle was beyond beautiful, with each room lavishly refurbished to the finest. The ceilings were even more elaborate. Every room had paintings that covered every bit of it. "Wow" wouldn't have done justice to the paintings; neither did our strained necks matter.

But the highlight of this visit would have to be awarded to the moment my one month old camera slipped out of my coat pocket during lunch at the castle cafe and landed hard on the floor.
Time of death: 12.27pm.
I mourned and blamed and sulked but what's done cannot be undone. It was beyond rescuing. We parted on bitter terms.
VERDICT AT POINT OF DEATH: PARIS COULDN'T GET ANY WORST! I WAS IN NO MOOD FOR ANYTHING.
After Versailles Castle, we stopped by at Notre Dame Cathedral for a quick visit before heading to a street I've been dying to visit and a shop I couldn't wait to step foot in.
Louis Vuitton on Avenue des Champs Elysees.

There, I did what a shopaholic does best. Of course, this type of shopping was not normal for this shopaholic on a tight budget but exceptions can be made. It's not often I'm in Paris, the birth country of LV.
Shopping at LV is a whole new experience. And there I was thinking all shopping was the same, i.e. you see something, you make the purchase decision, you hand over the cash and receive the goods.
I was given an eye opener. LV had their own process. Because they always had a crowd, salesmen could be found everywhere but yet nowhere. After waiting for about half an hour, I was finally served. I requested to see the item I was after. The salesman went off to locate it for me. When they couldn't find it in their cupboard, they turned to their computer for stock. Eventually, I got to see the pouch I wanted and made a decision almost immediately. There was no time for my fickleness. It was the last pouch they had in stock and I made no hast in the purchase. I paid for the item and was given 2 slips of receipt. Taking the 2 receipts, I approached the shop concierge (yes, they have a concierge and a reception counter). He took both receipts from me and sent another salesman to retrieve the goods from their stockroom. Minutes later, the salesman returned with the item and I finally got to embrace my pretty purchase.
SHOPPING IS ALL GOOD, THOUGH THE LINGERING THOUGHT OF MY LATE CAMERA KEPT RESURFACING.
Later that night at 11pm, we headed over to Moulin Rouge for a performance.
WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW AWESOME IT WAS!!!!
You've got to experience it for yourself to know how amazing, beautiful, awesome, spectacular, magnificent, impressive, fabulous...it is!!!! Any description of mine wouldn't do justice to it. The Moulin Rouge is The Moulin Rouge. No words can describe this lifetime experience.

This definitely added quite a lot of brownie points to my opinion of Paris. But if I am to make a decision, I think I've got too many unpleasant memories so I'm unfortunately unable to say 'I LOVE PARIS' yet.
3pm in the car, 8th Jan 2006
Yesterday early morning, we parted Paris for UK. We woke up especially early and were down at the lobby to check out by 7am. Then we dragged all our luggage to the car park and attempted the impossible - stuffing our luggage into the back of the car. It took us forever. Finally, at 7.40am, we left the car park to pick Chris up before heading off to Calais. Chris and I were cramped into the back row of seats, with luggage stacked beside me. It was a long 2 hour drive to Calais and when we finally got there, both of us were restless and I felt a wave of claustrophobia sweep past me. We needed out.
We stretched our tired bones and got some Mc snacks before getting back into the car, proceeding to the entrance to the Eurotunnel.
It was really exciting. We were going to drive down to the train platform, onto the train and take the train to UK. Driving on the platform and into the train made me feel like I was in the movie '2 Fast 2 Furious'.
When the train started to move, we were told to stay seated in our car. It felt weird. We were in our car on the train. We were the passengers in our car, in which our car was one of the passengers in the train.

The Eurotunnel amazes me. I wonder who came up with this stroke of genius, to design a tunnel that runs below the sea bed, linking 2 countries together. It's just amazing - technology is amazing. I can't even imagine how much work and how many months it would take for this tunnel to be built.
Sadly, the tunnel was pitched black. If only the tunnel ran in the sea, and it was made of glass all around. Cars are transported on a travelator and we had the whole sea to entertain us. That sea-nery would have blown us away.
One day. One day technology would take us there. But for today, this was impressive enough.
And that was the last I saw of Paris.
5.30pm @ Kingswood Hotel in Bournemouth, 8th Jan 2006
And my impression of Paris, putting aside the bad experiences?
It isn't my dream country. Yes, they had breath-taking sights and it would make a very romantic honeymoon destination, but that was about it.
Their roads were congested, and terribly unorganized. Each lane isn't clearly marked so if you think a road has 2 lanes, you might want to think again. It could be 3! Squeezing in-between seems to be the norm. Finding a park was a pain and almost impossible. You can't own a big car in Paris because all the parks would be a tight squeeze. The drivers are generally impatient - you'll hear loads of 'tooting'. The road signs are minute and obscured so if you need to find a street - good luck! Of course, the many one way streets will assist in getting disorientated too.
And there are pedestrian crossings everywhere! It makes you think French people are lazy. I once spotted, in a span of about 400 meters, 12 or more signalised pedestrian crossings (black and white crossings)!!! Some were even about 15 metres apart. What's 15 big steps to the next crossing?? LAZINESS!! But I guess it reflects on the dangerous French drivers. At unsignalised pedestrian crossings, the cars do not stop at all even if the pedestrians are standing on the road itself. That's why they need traffic lights everywhere.
The food - expensive and pathetic.
Well, perhaps shopping is great - especially at Champ Elysees but you can get those brands or those items in Singapore or anywhere as well. Doesn't make Paris any better in this area of comparison. The price is VERY pretty as well.
TO CONCLUDE...I'M NOT A PARIS GIRL - sorry Aunty Mary for dissing your favourite city.
We arrived in UK even earlier than the time we left Paris. Weird huh!! We left Paris at noon and arrived in UK at 11.30am. The world is such a strange place.
We drove to Dover and got settled into our hotel before heading out for lunch. After lunch, we went to visit the famous Dover Castle and the White Cliffs of Dover before dropping Chris off at the bus stop. He had to catch his bus back to Reading yesterday afternoon.


This morning, we left Dover for Bournemouth, stopping by at Stonehenge to witness some crummy pieces of rock in the rain (things we do as tourists) and also past the town of Salisbury to view yet another cathedral. In-between, we also made a quick stop at a town for lunch, where I bought 2 tops from Top Shop. All the shops were having post Christmas sales!! I wish I had more time!!! Can't wait for London. That's our last and I assume the best stop coz we're going to have a day dedicated to SHOPPING!!!
So this brings me up to right now, sitting in our hotel room in Bournemouth, typing this blog entry. That's it for now. Till next time.