10 Ways To Bring Paris Home

An antique French bed.

Most people would like to bring back a bit of Paris with them.

Travelers go to Paris for many reasons, and most would like to “bring Paris home” with them. Here are 10 ways to do just that and which don’t take up much room in your baggage.

1. Buy a new scent before your trip or while in Paris. Your sense of smell is said to be the most powerful memory-inducer of all of your senses. By purchasing a new fragrance and using it in Paris, every time you smell it you will remember cherished memories of your trip.

Chanel No. 5.

Chanel No. 5, one of the most classic French fragrances.

Before I went to Paris in 1994, I purchased scented sheets by 4711 – similar to Wet Ones, but with fragrance – to help me feel fresh. Now, every time I smell 4711, I remember being at the Eiffel Tower when a young Frenchman struck up a conversation with me, during which he asked me if I have a “bebe.” (I laughed because I didn’t understand him at first. Non!) Naturally, I would recommend a fragrance from a French design house, such as Christian Dior, Chanel, Cacharel or Guerlain.

Take this idea one step further by visiting Perfumerie Fragonard near the Opera Metro (9th arrondissement): You’ll discover how perfume is made and can make a purchase while there.

Flower market beside La Madeleine.

Flower markets like this one beside La Madeleine are found all over Paris.

2. Buy a flower or a bunch upon your arrival in Paris to keep in your hotel room. Flower merchants are everywhere in Paris. Purchase flowers to keep in a humble cup or glass in your hotel room. Upon departure, slip them in a plastic bag before packing them. Once home, every time you see those particular flowers you’ll think of Paris, and you can keep the dried flowers from your trip in a special place. (NOTE: Check with your country’s Customs Regulations to see if there are restrictions on bringing home cut flowers. If you are a U.S. citizen coming back to the States and your cut flowers have berries attached, you will need a permit, PPQ Form 587, Application for Permit to Import Plants or Plant Products, in order to clear U.S. Customs. Click here for more information.)

I tried Pinot Noir in Paris and loved it.

I tried Pinot Noir in Paris and loved it.

3. Try a new wine or drink – alcoholic or non- — while in Paris. I don’t drink much alcohol, though I do like wine. I tried Pinot Noir during my last trip to Paris and found I loved it. It is now my go-to wine.

Food doesn't have to be elaborately made to be memorable.

Food doesn’t have to be elaborately made to be memorable.

4. Remember something you ate in Paris that will spark a particularly fond memory of your trip and make it at home. Food doesn’t have to be elaborately made to spark fond memories. While I was in Paris for my latest trip, I made baguette sandwiches with greens, a few vegetables and Maille dressing (the hostel provided the baguette; I bought everything else and kept it in the refrigerator). Whether this concoction is actually French is of no consequence: the sandwich still sparks fond memories of me exploring Paris.

Do something out of your comfort zone to make your trip memorable...anyone for singing in the rain?

Do something out of your comfort zone to make your trip memorable….anyone for singing in the rain?

5. Do something out of your comfort zone. After I saw “Cats” in Washington, D.C., I was so over-joyed by the music I climbed onto a bench and belted out a few bars of “Memory.” Sure, I was no Susan Boyle, and my date thought I was a little crazy, but we both laughed about it in fun. While I think of Paris as the capital of sophistication as well as France, that doesn’t mean you can’t do something out of your comfort zone. You will always laugh about it later.

Souvenir shop in Montmartre.

Which souvenirs do you purchase with so many to choose from?

6. Purchase something small in Paris that you will use or look at every day. My top three are a keychain, a refrigerator magnet, and a mug, because I see or use all three every day. Also, I am a collector of mugs, and haven’t broken a mug on the trip home yet. Sometimes looking at the array of souvenirs on tables can be daunting to the eye; that’s why it helps to know what you are looking for.

7. See a French music performer or remember music you heard

Nadiya, a French singer, performs in concert at La Cigale.

Nadiya, a French singer, performs in concert at La Cigale.

on your trip. Many restaurants in Paris play background music; if a song strikes your fancy, ask a waiter who performs it, and buy their CD in Paris or at home. There are also many live music venues, such as Olympia Bruno Coquatrix (in the 9th arrondissement). See www.parisvoice.com/music for more venues.  Le Basilic in Montmartre played a combination of French music and Barbra Streisand, though I was already in culinary heaven from their food – the music was just an added bonus.

Pathe is a French film production and distribution company that owns many cinema chains in Europe though mainly in France.

Pathe is a French film production and distribution company that owns many cinema chains in Europe though mainly in France.

8. See a movie while in Paris. Parisian theatres often offer films in French and in English: take your pick. (Just ask at the ticket counter.) I saw The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part I (in English), during my last trip to Paris. I didn’t love the movie, but now when I think of it, I am reminded of finding my way in the theatre, which had a different feel from the theatres at home.

Riverside Market, Paris.

Riverside Market, Paris. Markets like this one are all over Paris.

9. Purchase a painting or poster and send it home (if need be). While on my first two trips to Paris, I bought lithographs of Paris landmarks and other frame-able artwork, all of which I could fit in my suitcases without much trouble. Artwork is generally something you keep forever, unless circumstances otherwise intervene. Every time you look at it, you will be reminded of your trip.

10. Take a photo of your family in front of an iconic landmark. This might seem an obvious choice, so consider the reason I mention it: Every time you think of or mention that landmark, you will remember the fond memories you made on your trip.Family at Eiffel Tower_Flickr_7460258340_843711f17f_z

 

Salut!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image of Pink French Bed, “1 Top Ten Bedroom Ideas” by John Dake, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Chanel N5” by Wesley Vieria Fonseca, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Flower Market Beside La Madeleine,” by Tom Flemming, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Wine I,” by Kevin Galens, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Baguette,” by Pearl Pirie, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Singing in the Rain,” by Skip, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Nadiya – La Cigale – 2009,” by Oouinouin, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. Image of Pathe logo, “Samen naar Pathe,” by Roel Wijnants, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. “Riverside Market, Paris” by Faungg’s Photos, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. Image of family at Eiffel Tower, “Mr. Durgesh Pandit and Family at Eiffel,” by ClubMTravel Admin, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0. Pathe information cited from Wikipedia, “Pathe,” CCBY 2.0.

Paris Trip Day 28

Moulin Rouge, where Henri Toulouse-Latrec found inspiration for his art.

Moulin Rouge, where Henri Toulouse-Lautrec found inspiration for his art.

Monday. My last day in Paris. I can’t believe a month has gone by already. I’m trying to savor every moment today. I’m pretty organized – I’ve reorganized my stuff enough times, I should be – so I went to buy that cute mug I saw in a shop nearby (with its own spoon!) and bought a few other small souvenirs. A guy who has a kiosk selling souvenirs at Blanche Metro had gone to his home country and came back, so I got to say good-bye to him. He asked me when I would be returning: I told him I didn’t know, but that my heart will always be here. He smiled in recognition.

I went to Champs-Elysees one last time, and took in the ambiance as much as I could. I don’t want to leave. I belong here. I wandered around taking pictures until I knew I couldn’t put it off any more. I walked to the Champs-Elysees Metro and took it for the last time to Blanche Metro. After I got off, I took some pictures of Moulin Rouge and met some travelers: one of them asked me if I wanted my picture taken. Sure! Then I walked up the Montmartre hill to Le Basilic and had dinner there again – another perfect French meal — and took a few pictures, saying my good-byes. Then I went back to Plug-Inn Hostel. I am thankful for my time here, and I’ve made a lot of connections with people, some of which I’ve forgotten to write about in my journal: my long-term memory is so much better than my short-term, that sometimes I remember things better 6 months to a year later than I did right after an experience. I still have more to say about my trip. Well, that’s something. Maybe I can even blog about it.

 

Salut.

Paris Trip Day 27

Sunday. A lot of attractions are free today. Unfortunately, it’s cold and rainy…the type of cold that seeps into your bones. I took the Metro to Champs-Elysees, mostly to go to the top of the Arc de Triomphe. I took pictures all around it and while I was on the top level. I happened to get there just before a crowd came (which I saw on my way out). The lift was broken, so I had to walk up a lot of stairs in a very winding staircase – I thought I heard someone say there are 222 steps to get to the top – but hostel staff told me there are 284. While the width of the staircase was small, there were occasional landings where you can step aside and rest while allowing others to pass; as someone who studied design, I found that design detail impressive. Sometimes it has seemed to me that designers and architects forget much-needed details, like having spaces for people to catch their breath on staircases while not holding up people behind them. There were exhibits in the Arc de Triomphe on military uniforms and aspects of the monument’s design. There was also a shop for souvenirs. I people-watched for a bit: I love seeing the joy on people’s faces as they investigate Parisian sights.

After I took plenty of pictures (and had a couple taken of me), I was so cold I had to leave. I didn’t want to. I went to the McDonald’s on the Champs-Elysees to use the restroom, and took some more pictures until my fingers were too frozen to handle the camera. It might have been the coldest day of the trip. Funny enough, I was feeling so frozen, I decided to take a couple of pictures of Queen Elsa.

I headed back to the hostel and grabbed a Grand Marnier crepe on my way. It was hard to eat with frozen fingers, but I managed.

Queen Elsa on the Champs-Elysees. It was so cold, I'm sure she felt right at home.

Queen Elsa on the Champs-Elysees. It was so cold, I’m sure she felt right at home.

Salut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Information on the Arc de Triomphe taken from Wikipedia article, “Arc de Triomphe,” retrieved July 26, 2015.

Paris Trip Day 20

The western facade of Notre Dame de Paris.

The western facade of Notre Dame de Paris.

Sunday. I got up early, ate breakfast, and left for Mass at Notre Dame. The line to get in was so long! Like a rock concert! It was a beautiful Mass, but the schedule I have says it was supposed to be in English; it wasn’t. It felt good to be in God’s House. There were a lot of people there from all over the world. People were turning around as if they wanted to watch the organ playing. I sat as close to the front as I could. Just before the service started, someone came and told me to pick up my bag so it wouldn’t be in the way. (I wanted to ask, In the way of what?) I took some pictures outside of Notre Dame and milled about for a while. It was so peaceful I hated to leave. At the back of Notre Dame there were a couple of machines to buy souvenir coins of the church. I believe I know two people who might like one so I bought a couple.

I then went to the Latin Quarter where there was a lot of activity. Especially on a Sunday, many people had the same idea. There are so many interesting shops and restaurants and bistros and bakeries….you can’t see them all during one trip. A few restaurateurs beckoned me to try their restaurant as I walked by. I just smiled and said, “Bonjour!” After walking a lot, I went to Shakespeare and Company……what a place!  It was so cozy; one could read for hours there, there are so many nooks and crannies and old chairs to sit in. I found a pocket book on French for English speakers. I chatted with the cashier who said she was originally from England. I told her how much I love Paris and would like to stay. She said that since she lives in the EU it is easier to get a Visa to stay in Paris.

It was very cold today – too cold to wear just a cape. (I forgot to pick up my coat at the dry cleaner’s.) I hurriedly went to a café and had French Onion soup and 2 espressos; the French Onion soup was the best I’ve ever had (she says nonchalantly). There, I met an American ex-pat who was having lunch with a friend; she told me she would probably never return to the States, she loves being in Paris that much. We talked about current political situations in France and the States. She said she doesn’t miss all of the drama of the U.S. press, which we both agreed loves to rehash a story over and over and over again, which France decidedly does not do, much to our delight.canstockphoto16374112

Since it was so cold and I didn’t have my heavy coat, I decided to go back to the hostel. I found out I could move back to my favorite room (!), so I did. I reorganized yet again. I read more of Elvis: My Best Man. I’m so glad I decided to read it, because I’m learning the truth of what Elvis was really like. In addition, it has been brought home to me even more how the press can ruin a person’s character, which I believe now often happens because it makes for a good story. How horrible. I worked out for a short while. I’ll read for a few more minutes and call it a night.

 

Salut !

 

The King, Elvis Presley. May he rest in peace.

The King, Elvis Presley. May he rest in peace.

 

 

 

Image of Elvis Presley by Luiz Fernando Reis, courtesy of Flickr, CCBY 2.0.

Paris Trip Day 19

A sandwich similar to my homemade French version.

A sandwich similar to my homemade French version.

Saturday. I went grocery shopping, and I continue to be amazed at much produce I can buy for so few euros. While I was in the kitchenette making my homemade French sandwich, I excused myself when I burped even though I was alone, because that’s what my mother taught me to do: she said someone might be in the next room, and you wouldn’t want them thinking you were unmannerly. It was so funny…a chamber maid heard me excuse myself and came in and looked around mock-suspiciously for another person, as if to say: “Are you crazy? There’s no one else here!” I had someone tell her what my mother taught me. She laughed and smiled a weary smile, as though she were saying to herself, “Vive la difference!” (long live differences).

Spontaneously dancing on the Metro with rappers was the most fun I had on this Paris trip.

Spontaneously dancing on the metro with rappers was the most fun I had on this Paris trip.

I took my sandwich and left to go roller blading. Before I got off the metro on my way there, a few guys got on blaring loud music from a boombox, and they were rapping in French. I could tell from people’s body language that a lot of people disapproved of them. The next thing I knew, they played a song that sounded like a Sly & the Family Stone song from the 1970s, and I got up and danced with them. We were gyrating (a little, in a way my mother would approve) and whooping it up. People on the metro car started to cheer us on. It felt so good to see that many people who looked uncomfortable at first got in the spirit of the moment when I joined the rappers. One handsome bystander in particular smiled at me and gave the guys money. It was the most fun I’ve had during the entire trip. The guys and I all thanked each other. I got off the train saying, “Americans can boogey!”

I looked for the place that rents roller blades but I didn’t find it; honestly, I didn’t look for long, really. I walked along the Seine River, but from where I was, I didn’t see any distinctive photo possibilities. It was a gorgeous day, mild, unlike late-fall weather at home, so I walked all day. I walked aimlessly at first until I came upon signs for St. Sulpice Church. St. Sulpice was featured in The Da Vinci Code. (!) Yes, I enjoy sites of Paris for the sites themselves, but there is an added thrill to see sites featured in movies. (I love the cinema, plays, and opera.) Though a part of me thinks the main story was sacrilegious, certain aspects of it were fact-based, and if I look at it as merely entertainment value, it was a good story. The movie certainly made me want to see St. Sulpice for myself. It was beautiful, and…how else can I describe it? Serene, elegant, classic. I didn’t feel a heaviness I often feel in such churches; instead, I felt light.

Some of the other pictures I took:

 

I had wanted to go dancing later at a nearby disco but I got an upset stomach. How (in)convenient. I organized myself into the new room with 2 roommates (sisters from Brazil). They both seem nice and easy-going.

 

Salut !

Paris Trip Day 18

A Paris park that divides two sides of a street. Similar parks have more grass. You will often find public toilets in such parks.

A Paris park that divides two sides of a street. Similar parks have more grass. You will often find public toilets in such parks.

Friday. I took my purple coat to be dry cleaned: I had another crepe with Grand Marnier and the cook put too much filling in it. As soon as I took a bite, it went all over the front of my coat. Which means I have to have my coat dry cleaned again!

I also was told by Plug-Inn management I would have to move to another room tomorrow because a group of 5 is coming, and they want to stay together. Management isn’t sure how long they’ll be here.

I went walking and felt very feminine in my new cape. I took some pictures and simply took in my surroundings. I don’t feel the need to “do” something every moment; just being in Paris is enough.

A statue of Charles de Gaulle. Described as a "20th century John of Arc," he refused to admit defeat by the Nazis in WW II. He escaped to London after the Nazi invasion where he gave inspirational radio speeches. He later became President of France.

A statue of Charles de Gaulle. Described as a “20th century John of Arc,” he refused to admit defeat by the Nazis in WW II. He escaped to London after the Nazi invasion where he gave inspirational radio speeches. He later became President of France.

 

 

 

 

 

Salut !

 

 

 

 

 

Reference of Charles de Gaulle as a “20th century John of Arc” taken from Rick Steves’ Paris 2014 guide book, Copyright 2013, Avalon Travel, Berkeley, California, pg. 249.