Day twenty: I am not the spontaneous type. I have done
impulsive things, yes, but if you were to say to me ‘let’s get in the car and
go for a drive and see where we end up’ I would say ‘yeah, no’.
But I love spontaneous people, they seem to get more out of
life. And I have on occasion done something spontaneous. The problem with my spontaneity
is that it tends to be planned, like the trip I took to Paris with my sister.
I try to visit her once a year - distance being a problem -
and sometimes on that visit we go somewhere within the UK. One year we decided
to take a day trip to Paris on the chunnel train. There was a certain spontaneity
to it, in that it wasn’t something either of us did. But we didn’t throw on a
coat and head off out the door, there were logistics involved, like booking the
Eurostar ticket and getting to St Pancras station in London on time. Since my
sister lives in Cambridge this meant being organized.
That sort of spontaneity I can do, the organized type where
my need for planning and preparing for this spontaneity, at a date in the future, allows me to feel comfortable about it. So we booked the Eurostar tickets, ascertained
which train we needed to catch from Cambridge and both felt quite satisfied at
our impetuosity.
We left early, since it was only a day trip and there was
the travelling at either end of the day to take into consideration. We had no
plans at all for Paris, except to get a meal once we arrived. We sat in the
train enjoying the freedom of being able to completely relax and watch the
scenery. I don’t remember a great deal about the trip, only that the
countryside was lovely and we were both looking forward to lunch in Paris. I
mean how often can you say ‘I had lunch in Paris’ unless you live there.
When we arrived it was difficult not to get caught up in the
sense of urgency that always seems to be part of a railway station. People are
either running for a train, running to get a good carriage, running off the
train while looking importantly at their watches, shuffling impatiently in the line
to get coffee (in case their train arrives I assume) or leaning out over the
platform in an attempt to be the first person to see their train arriving. Or
maybe they feel that by showing their impatience the train will come that much
sooner.
So we found ourselves moving faster to keep up with the
crowd. We exited through a newsagency and encountered the first, most obvious,
flaw in our plan. While we knew we were at Gare du Nord, neither of us had a
clue exactly where we were in relation to anything else. Nor had we even considered
this, I guess because we had both been before and it seemed familiar to us. Of
course it wasn’t.
After peering about us irresolutely we looked at each other
in perfect accord and headed back to the newsagency. We needed a map. Now you
need to understand one thing more to fully appreciate our situation. We’re
sisters, we neither of us is good at reading a map. So it was quite exciting
really, heading off in the direction we hoped would take us to where we could
eat lunch. We did eventually get lunch, after quite a lot of walking and a trip
on the Paris metro, all the while wondering why we had never considered how we
would get around or how we would know where to go. Taxis were out of the budget.
In the end, and in hindsight it was obvious, we took a hop
on hop off bus. That was a brilliant idea, just wish we had thought of it at
Gare du Nord, where there is a bus stop. But nonetheless, walking around Paris
was fun, and we saw a lot we would not have seen if we had taken the bus. We
took quite a few unintentional detours but that’s part of the charm of
exploring a new city - except when you’re with your sister who gets rather
cranky when she’s hungry.
It did feel good to ride the bus, and of course we were able
to do more that way. By the time we thought of the bus we were running out of
time because of the shorter days – it was autumn – and the return trip. But we
went to all the touristy places even though we have both seen them before. The first
time I saw any of these was in winter, so to see them in mild weather and
sunshine made them look different. I mean still the same, but with leaves still
on the trees and no huge chunks of ice on the ground and in fountains, with a
soft blue sky and the sun glinting off metallic surfaces, they looked softer
somehow.
Time constraints also meant that we didn’t go into Notre
Dame or up the Eiffel Tower (have you seen the queue there in good weather?)
but it didn’t matter. Because we hadn’t planned the day and so didn’t think of
the hop on hop off bus earlier, it meant that we were still on it at dusk and
that meant that we went past the Moulin Rouge at a lovely time of the evening.
It didn’t matter that we didn’t go onto or into anything. The best part of the
day was spending it with my sister. It was a lot of fun and I’d do it again –
only next time I’d take the bus right from the start of course.
Shared experiences with someone you’re close to make them
more special. Going somewhere together without any sort of a plan can be
freeing. When you don’t have a schedule it doesn’t matter how long you linger
anywhere. We could have sat at the table after lunch and people watched all
afternoon and it would still have been a great day. We couldn’t in reality
because there were people waiting to have their lunch. It was a popular eatery.
But in theory we could have.
For me, I know I spend too much time planning every minute
of every day. Instead of relaxing that planning I tend to do it even more when
I go away. Then I get stressed if the day is not following the plan, and while
I enjoy my time I’m too busy sticking to the plan and remembering what comes
next to enjoy the moment I am in. That was what made that day with my sister
special. Because we didn’t have anything planned I was always right there in
the moment. Maybe that was why everything looked brighter and more beautiful to
me.
The moral of today’s tale? Be in the moment. Don’t be always
thinking ahead to what you need to do next, or thinking back to what you forgot
to do. Just be right here in the now. I don’t mean to never plan anything again,
or to throw organization at work to the four winds. But whenever you can, take
the time to just be, right there, right then. Whole days and weeks can go by
without us ever just appreciating right now. We don’t get those days and weeks
back, they are lost forever. So at least once a day take the time to just be. Now some tourist type pics.
And this arch, Arc du Carrousel, built between 1806-1808, it's on the way to the Louvre
This is the one everyone wants to see, the Arch de Triomphe. The first time I saw this was in the middle of winter and there was nobody around. Not this time.
Naturally you have to see Tour Eiffel
The Louvre, or at least the outside
And Notre Dame, a beautiful building whatever the time of year
And on the bus on the way back to the railway station, this gorgeous view of the Moulin Rouge
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