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

 

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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 17

Champs-Elysees at night. The Ferris Wheel at the Place de la Concorde is visible in the background.

The Champs-Elysees at night. The Ferris Wheel at the Place de la Concorde is visible in the background.

Thursday. Thanksgiving 2014. I am very grateful to be in Paris regardless, but I am also thankful to be away from all the drama in the States. Chuck Hagel was forced to resign as Defense Secretary—I wonder what that means for my situation. (He was enlisted in the U.S. Air Force, as I was.) Seems like a lot of plot points are changing – like Connie Stinson – oh, excuse me – the REVEREND DR. Connie Stinson – resigning from the D.C. Baptist Convention before she became its president. Enquiring minds want to know!

I’ve used the day so far to plan what else I will do, making sure I make the most of free/almost free things. There is a still a lot I’d like to do, but I’m being mindful of going to London for a day or two. I’m not really looking forward to it. I love being here. I love the French people and everything about their culture…I am truly in heaven. It isn’t that I haven’t had a bad or unpleasant experience here; it’s that an unpleasant experience here is easier to tolerate.

I need to see if I can print and/or redo my CV and apply to a few places, perhaps at Sephora, and of course, to teach English. I’m not going to plan my trip to London much, except for what I will say on my placard at Buckingham Palace.

Paris restaurant.

Food is to be savored in Paris.

Rick Steves says that American ex-pats in Paris during the holidays all tend to go to a shop named Thanksgiving to get cranberries and boxes of stuffing on Thanksgiving Day. (Nothing like a little solidarity on an American holiday.) I thought of going there just to be part of the excitement and to see other American ex-pats. I decided, instead, to have a Thanksgiving meal after all. I went to Le Basilic again (4th time!) and had veal with green beans in mushroom sauce, a glass of Pinot Noir, coffee and chocolate mousse. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Le Basilic should be at least a 3-star restaurant, it is soooooooooo good. And who can complain about the service? They check in with me from time to time to see if I need anything else while allowing me to enjoy the experience. As Rick Steves says, once you get a table for dinner at a restaurant in Paris, it is essentially yours for the night. Tips are included in the bill, so there’s no rushing you out the door. It also makes for more relaxed servers: they know they’re getting paid. The U.S. should adopt this philosophy with servers.

I decided to buy the cape I saw, since it has been a lifelong dream to buy a cape in Paris since I first saw one at Garfinckel’s so many years ago. I love it!!! I feel so feminine in it!! And my Cache pants fit! It was a magnificent night, probably around 57 degrees Fahrenheit. I LOVE the energy of Paris at night. People feel so alive: it’s in their faces and their body language. Many people are with their significant other. Love is in the air. The lights are beautiful. I didn’t want to go back to the hostel, I wanted to feel that energy from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and in my bones.

The energy of Paris at night.

I love the energy of Paris at night.

Finally, my bones said, “Enough already! We need some sleep!” So I took the Metro and went back to Plug-Inn Hostel. I crawled into bed with a huge smile on my face.

 

 

 

Salut!

Paris Trip Day 7

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I woke up in a mixed dorm with a man’s torso in my field of vision. Oh la la!

Monday. I had to switch rooms because a group was coming in and they would need to stay together in my favorite room, the only room with 5 beds. (Violet gets to stay since she is only here for one more day.) I stayed in a mixed dorm and I woke up with a man’s torso in my field of vision! Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. The people in this room were all one group, and I waited for them to leave before I showered so as to stay out of their way. No sooner did I get dressed that my favorite chamber maid told me I could go back to my favorite room.

After I moved back to Violet’s room, she and I had another great conversation. It was great talking to someone who is so informed and knowledgeable about current issues facing her own nation and elsewhere. I asked her if she wanted to go for lunch or dinner. We decided to meet up at 7:00 P.M. for dinner. I told her how good the food is at Le Basilic and how large the portions are, including the appetizers.

On my way to buy some weights to use at the hostel.

On my way to buy some weights to use at the hostel.

Nicdadya told me where I can get some free weights so I can exercise while I am here. I went to get my weights from Decalthon near Ternes Metro. I bought 2 3kg (7 lbs.) weights: they’re perfect for what I want (lunges, squats, arm exercises, standing abdominals). I’ll probably start working out tomorrow. Violet thinks I’m making quite a commitment in getting weights to work out with, but I told her I can’t go for a whole month without exercising. They also didn’t cost much. Besides, I rest better after I exercise, and unfortunately, as much as walking tires me out, it isn’t enough to keep the weight off. And I just KNOW that all of the croissants and good French food I’ll be eating here will be taking its toll on my waistline as it is.

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Elsa and Violet at Le Basilic.

Violet and I went to Le Basilic (my third time) and we continued our great conversation. She asked me what made me make this place “my place” that I wanted to come back to again and again. I told her that while I found it a short distance from the hostel, I want to keep coming back because the food and service is so good. It’s funny, I was a bit startled by her asking me what I thought. Many times people talk to me because they want advice; people don’t often just talk to me because they want to know what I think. It was also nice to talk to an intelligent woman, because although I generally prefer a man’s company, I miss having woman friends like I used to have. There has been a real give-and-take to our conversations. Although I warned her that the portions here are quite large, tsk tsk, she didn’t listen. She ordered two appetizers as her meal and could barely finish one. She offered me some of the second one. I knew it would be hard for me to finish what I had ordered, so I only took a bite or two.  I’m sorry she’s leaving tomorrow.

I set up my SkillPages page in an effort to teach English here.

Salut.

Paris Trip Day 2

The first picture I took when I went sightseeing in Montmartre.

The first picture I took when I went sightseeing in Montmartre.

Wednesday. I slept and stayed in bed until just after 2:00 P.M. At 10:00 A.M. I was roused by a roommate who told me I had just missed breakfast! I didn’t want to get out of bed, I was so wiped out from leaving at night and travelling. (I’m not much of a night person.) After showering I went walking to see the neighborhood and take some pictures. I decided I was so hungry I didn’t want to walk around too much before I ate. I found Le Basilic on a strip of land quite close to Plug-Inn Hostel. I was the only patron there it was so early: the French tend to eat fairly late. The food was so good: 2 appetizers, one being salmon with avocado, bread, wine, Perrier, salad, and Cappuccino. All to the tunes of Barbara Streisand and French music playing sweetly in the background. It was fantastic! My first real meal in Paris for this trip, and one of the best meals I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to eat at Le Basilic again.

Inside Le Basilic in Montmartre.

Inside Le Basilic in Montmartre.

I went walking around Montmartre, Pigalle and Clignancourt. Right across the street from the Moulin Rouge I saw a sign peeking through scaffolding for the Gold Hotel. When I walked in, the man at the desk was on the phone. Nonchalantly, I gazed up at a framed piece of paper, and noticed it was a posting of their room rates. I tried not to react when I noticed that a single room was 140 Euros. I knew it was the slow season so I might be able to get a better rate. After he hung up the phone and we greeted each other in French (and then I asked him if he spoke English, which he did), in my best confident yet feminine voice, I told him I would like a room for Saturday, since the place I’m staying at for a month doesn’t have room for me for one night. We talked about what I wanted in an une chamber (room), though I honestly don’t remember if I asked for a King- or Queen-sized bed. I asked whether une chamber avec douche et WC (the room had a full bathroom), and he said “Yes, of course.” (Some don’t.) We talked about everything except price. Finally, I could tell he was weighing how much he was going to charge me. Being the good negotiator I am I allowed him to bring it up and I didn’t rush him. He noticed I didn’t have luggage with me so he couldn’t determine my socio-economic status by the price of my luggage. He gave a good look at me and said, “Seventy Euros for the night.” I told him that was acceptable, though inwardly I was celebrating. He then asked if I wanted breakfast for an additional 10 Euros. I told him no, thank you, since I knew I could get back to the hostel for my free breakfast or grab something on the way back for half that price. He told me he didn’t require me to pay up front and I could cancel if I wanted to. He gave me a piece of paper that said I had a reservation and how much the room was, but it didn’t have the Gold Hotel logo on it; he said I would get that when I checked in. (How odd is that?) I walked out feeling pretty confident, since I was going to stay in a 3-Star Hotel (according to the literature I saw on the wall) for half price.

One of my roommates is here for the Photography Conference & Exhibition I read about before I left the U.S. Great! I told her I would love to come with her, or at least go to the exhibit. She said she might have to stick with her group which is being led by her instructor. I also met a French guy who visited one of the staff; he told me an organization is looking for people to teach English. (!) I need to think of all the things I’ve done that relate to teaching English (like substitute teaching, editing, writing, I’m a published author, I created the Essay Pyramid for international students). Unfortunately, when I went to take a shower I found out that my personal care items weren’t in my backpack…when did they go missing? I’m not happy having to spend money again for my personal care items, but I can’t believe I told myself not to skimp on security and then I did just that. I didn’t want to spend another $10 on a lock, and now I have to spend a small fortune re-buying personal care items. How many times do I have to ignore my own advice before I’ll learn?

I need to remind myself to change $200 to Euros tomorrow before I go shopping.

Salut.