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Versailles – the practicalities

Thursday, June 30th, 2011

Bad start to the day. I got up mega early to catch a train to Versailles and miss the crowds. Being an engineer, I’m pretty good at reading maps and timetables – never had a problem with trains or trams anywhere in the world. The Paris Metro is excellent and I was lulled into a false sense of security. To reach Versailles, I had to catch a regional train (RER) rather than the Metro.

The RER stations had no announcements, a spaghetti of railway lines and signage that is confusing or absent. I did get on the right train at the station I was at but needed to change trains later, unbeknown to me. After 1 stop in the wrong direction, I worked out the train was not going where I wanted. It took me roughly an hour to back track and work out the right train to get on. At least every single French speaking person had as many problems as I did – it was chaos!

My research on Versailles said that queueing for absolutely everything was unavoidable. To be honest, I thought if I got there before the chateau opened, I would be fine. I couldn’t have been more wrong!! I arrived dead on 9am (thanks to the train debacle) and had to queue for 1 hour to get in. Let me be clear about this. I had already bought the ticket. The queue was not to buy the ticket, it was simply to get through security. I have never experienced anything like it in my life (but I am a country girl!). I knew I was in trouble when I saw the dozens of tourist coaches in the carpark plus the hoardes of people getting off the train with me.

I can appreciate the arguement against landscape photographers publishing images of country, particularly in the Pilbara which is possibly the least discovered part of Australia. The photos bring tourists. The region will benefit from tourist dollars but there’s a price to pay in the form of environmental and other impacts.

I had invested in a Paris Pass – giving free entry to various attractions. It has a tagline about skipping the queue. What they don’t tell you is that there’s usually 2 queues for any attraction in Paris – one to buy tickets and one for security checks. Many people buy tickets beforehand so the security queue is definitely the long one. When I saw the incredibly long entrace cue I almost went home.

To add insult to injury (or injury to insult in this case), most of the paths and roads are cobblestones. Being an Aussie new to Europe I was new to cobblestones. If you have arthritis or any knee/ankle problems, be careful. I was almost crippled from the walk between the train station and the security queue and also standing for an hour (there’s nowhere to sit). If you have CFS, I’d think twice about going to Versailles (this was my primary reason for coming to Paris and I almost gave up!). You have to stand for the queues, the cobblestones are a killer and the crowds are so bad you are constantly being bumped and trodden on. I couldn’t have done it this time last year. There are lots of disabled entrance signs so I would actually investigate that option if I went again.

I did finally get through security. Word of warning to photographers. Don’t bother bringing a tripod. They are banned and as soon as you pull one out, one of the numerous staff will unceremoniously march you back to Left Luggage. Don’t expect to shoot anything less than 3 metres off the ground without people in the shot. While at Palais Garnier I could wait for my shot to clear of people if I was patient. It simply won’t happen at Versailles. There are millions of signs saying no photography. 100% of people ignore the sign. Don’t know why they cut down the tree to print the sign. And it’s confusing as you’re not sure which rule they will enforce and which one they won’t.

Having listed all fo the drawbacks, the actual progression through the many rooms of the chateau is really well planned. Infact you don’t have a choice – the tide of people sweeps you up giving you no choice. There’s no backtracking possible! There are chairs in most rooms and I took ample advantage of them. Infact I found them invaluable as a photographer. Many of the walls are cordoned off so the chairs are your best stabilisation – there is definitely no room to sit on the floor. I followed the crowd and stopped in a room if there was a chair. Given that I was more interested in the frescoes and gilt than the furniture, this turned out quite well.

How to describe the chateau itself. I was truly speechless. You start in stunning rooms and each successive room gets more and more grandiose and splendid. Infact you do hear a lot of “Oh my god” and “Are you serious” at Versailles (for several reasons). I struggle to remember an individual room as the entire experience was overwhelming. I was in gilt heaven.

I made a conscious decision not to get an audio guide. Almost everyone does. My observation is that people concentrate on listening to the audioguide and shuffle past unimaginable splendours while looking at the floor. I thought they would slow people down. If anything it was the opposite and perhaps that’s a deliberate ploy. Given that I was only looking and not listening to anything, it’s suprising that the average time spent in the chateau would be 6 times less than me. Seriously no-one was slower than me!

I’d like to go again to really see things and also listen to the audio guide. But the problem is there will always be millions of people. When I came out the entrance line was 5 times longer than when I queued. The image below shows the single line snaking 5 times the length of the courtyard before finally reaching the security check point at the rear left.

Overall it was worth it for me but I’m very committed to baroque and glittery stuff and I suspect that most people would NOT have as good a time as me. I didn’t attempt the gardens. I was exhausted and frankly the nubmer of poeple would have resulted in crowd rage on my part. It would be great if there was a photographer’s day where you could use tripods. The public always walk into your shot (unlike in Oz, is it a French thing?) and at least photographers are sensitive to that issue. One part of me thinks it’s disrespectful to have millions of tourists traipsing through such a glorious building. It is truly stupendous if you can ignore the b@@@@ tourists!!

The joys of Paris

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

I love the sound of birds singing in the morning (they really do tweet unlike Aussie birds). I love the warm morning light on brightly coloured window boxes in limestone coloured apartment buildings. I love the aromas of walking down my street – freshly baked bread, brewed coffee from the cafe, the sumptuous wares of the chocolatier.

I love the abundance of flower stalls.

Self Portrait

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

At the Palais Garnier, there was a fabulous 4 sided room with mirrors all around. I took advantage of the opportunity to get a self portrait of me doing handheld shooting.

Galleries Lafayette

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

It’s true. Even the shopping centres are gorgeous in Paris. This is the Galleries Lafayette – a fashion centric shopping complex. As most people know, I am more a fashion question mark than a fashion statement. So there was no danger of me buying anything (regardless of the pricetag which looked like it suffered from an excess of zeroes).

Palais Garnier hall

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

The interior images on the previous post were of the staircase/entrance area. The other spectacular room is the hall. It’s similar to the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles in that it uses windows and mirrors to amplify the natural light and is dripping with gilt and frescoes. Hope you enjoy it half as much as I did!

Palais Garnier (Opera)

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

The interior of the historic Opera house (Palais Garnier) hardly warrants a one line mention including the word opulent in guide books. But visually, you have to see it to appreciate the level that opulence can be taken to (only surpassed by Versailles). Palais Garnier is all my gilt dreams come true. I spent 2.5 hours shooting 2 rooms – the staircase and the hall. I had a ball!

From a photographer’s point of view, it’s a frustrating venue. There’s no signs about photography restrictions. My bags were searched at the entrace but nothing was said to me about photography. So I started on a 9 exposure HDR pano stitch of the staircase and a staff member comes upĀ  and asks if I have a permit. Turns out you can’t use tripods although flash is fine. I encountered this attitude time and again in Paris. Tripods are considered “professional” so they can’t be used although continuing to shoot with the same camera without the tripod is fine (very French logic!).

So I lay all over the floor and leaned on absolutely everything – walls, ledges, bannisters, chairs, etc. Surely this is more dangerous and likely to cause damage?! Once I got into the swing of handheld shooting, it was fine. Truly everything glitters, I struggled to find something not covered in gilt!! It begins with the exterior as shown below.

The interior was challenging as the lights were very orange and all of the gilt decoration was yellow/orange. So although the orange hue looks a little unusual, it really is the experience.

Place de la Concorde

Monday, June 27th, 2011

Place de la Concorde is a rectangular, concrete paved public open space that has a water fountain at each end and an Egyptian obelisk in the middle. The obelisk is made from pink granite although it doesn’t look particularly pink, and is over 3300 years old. It’s topped with a gilt pointer thingy (I’ve reached the limit of my architectual terminology). The image below is a gate into the Tuilleries (garden) with the obelisk in the background. The second image is a statue at the entrance to Tuilleries against the backdrop of the obelisk. Personally I think the obelisks should remain in Egypt but that’s just my opinion.

The water fountains are dripping in various mermaids and mermen and other sea creatures, again covered in gilt. The photography opportunites are best are night but given that it wasn’t dark until 11pm I didn’t have the energy to do a night shoot.

First Impressions of Paris

Sunday, June 26th, 2011

I landed in Paris on a very gloomy, rainy, wintery day. So much for Paris in the summer! Getting out of the airport is relatively quick and painless as there are no customs or security checks coming into the country. You simply get your passport stamped. Getting from the airport to Paris central is quite expensive, unless going by train which was not an option as I would have to walk to the hotel. Taxis are roughly 70E ($AUD100) and not guaranteed to be available. My online research suggested a company called intershuttle were the best option. They met me at the terminal and we walked straight out to the minivan and left. It was super fast and exactly what I needed. And spoke good English. Peak hour was pretty horrendous at 7.30am but as I wasn’t driving I didn’t care!

Paris is made up of lots of little villages (called arrondisements) and really does feel different to other big cities. All of the buildings are different but seem to be limited to about 6 – 8 stories high so it doesn’t have that suffocating feeling that the skyscrapers of other large cities can give. Most buildings are made of limestone or other dimension stone so the colour palette is muted greys, browns, etc. See the image below.

And it’s so visceral. Really makes the city feel homey. On the street of my hotel (only a few hundred metres), there’s half a dozen bakers, a tobacconist, several patisseries, SEVERAL chocolatiers and a flower shop. Walking down the street is a pleasure as the aromas are heavenly.

My travel agent did an excellent job recommending hotels as always. I’m staying down in Montparnasse. For those not aware, hotel rooms in Paris are ridiculously small and ridiculously expensive. Having enough room to walk around the bed is luxory. My room was great by Paris standards and I had just enough room to lie the suitcase on the floor (there’s no hanging space). The location is great – easy walk to the underground, very quiet and no issues with smokers.

The first time I glimpsed the Eiffel Tower from the shuttle my heart literally skipped a beat. It’s very surreal actually seeing icons that I’d studied images of for so long. The underground train system is extensive. The carriages are old and rattly (although there are some new trains) but pretty clean. Any shortcomings are forgiven when you consider that they run every 3 minutes. The ticket swipe machines are a little tricky. On the way in you insert the ticket into the slot and it gives you the ticket back further along the machine. On the way out, you don’t swipe the ticket, just walk towards the big steel gates. Either there’s a sensor pad that you step on or you just push the gates themselves. It doesn’t read the ticket.

The doors of the train are not automatic, you have to pull the handle up which is only possible once the train is near the platform. Locals will usually help if you look lost. The downside of the underground is that it’s truly underground. I got on near my hotel, travelled in tunnels for a dozen stops and came out at Concorde. All of a sudden you pop up in the middle of well known Paris icons without any clear idea of where you are.

You can stand in Place de Concorde and see the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Tuilleries (gardens in front of the Louvre) and various other landmakrs. As with most things in Paris, the Place de Concorde has lots of traffic roaring through it which I don’t like. The road almost goes straight under the Eiffel Tower.

I find the gardens in Paris very pretty, well manicured with lots of carousels and playgrounds for the kids. But I can’t get my head around the idea of grass for looking at only. All I wanted to do was run and jump on it. I’m sure that would have received a serious pouting and scowling from the officials. Parisians sit in chairs on the limestone dirt and enjoy their parks in a very cerebral way. I guess it’s stereotypically French. I like it better when families are playing footy on the grass and dogs are running but that’s just me. At least plenty of chairs are provided. Below is a typical scene from Tuilleries.

Travelling to Paris

Saturday, June 25th, 2011

I’ve flown from Perth – Paris with a stopover in Singapore. The Perth – Singapore leg was excellent. I’ve done that flight many times but this was the first time I was on oxygen. I suggest that anyone with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or similar conditions fly with oxygen (if you can afford it). I discovered that oxygen is used as a treatment for CFS when I read Alistair Lynch’s book on his experiences with both AFL and CFS. There’s no doubt that being on oxygen not only makes me feel great but it also greatly reduces my recovery time from flying. For those unaware, the cabin is not pressured to the same conditions as sea level. At sea level we breathe in air containing 21% oxygen and breathe out 17% oxygen. The plane cabins are only pressured to a level of 17% oxygen which is not usually noticeable by healthy people but definitely affects those of us with compromised health.

It is possible to either take your own oxygen bottle or have Qantas supply the oxygen. Yes you have to pay forQantas to supply it, but for me it’s completely worth the expense. At 4 litres/min, a cylinder lasts about 4 hours and costs $110. You’ll need to have a doctor complete a medical request form and forward it to Qantas well before departure dates. Choose a quiet flight if possible. Rock up to the airport early (like 2 hours beforehand) and let them know that you are flying with Qantas supplied oxygen at checkin. It’s not a common occurrence so the ground staff don’t always know the procedure. The oxy bottle will be fitted in your leg room at your chair which means you don’t have any leg room. So I ask the checkin staff to block the seat next to me if the flight is not full. They are not obliged to do this but can do. The bottle will only be installed in window seats and not the first 2 rows.

Then go to the gate about half an hour before hand and let them know that you want to preboard. That way you have lots of time to walk to the plane and also there’s enough time for engineering to install the oxy bottle if it hasn’t been when you get there. The inflight staff will have a separate chat and find out if you need special assistance in the case of an emergency (I don’t). I always fly Qantas as I understand that Virgin don’t supply oxygen. Qantas staff have always been fantastic even if there have been hiccups in the procedure. The ground and air staff at Perth and Newman are probably the most knowledgeable on oxygen in Australia as I fly lots!

Now I’m sitting in Changi (Singapore) airport, it’s time to sing it’s praises, as usual. My mobile is recharging in a recharge station (just find the right box for your phone model, plug it in, lock the box and take the key) and I’m about to recharge myself with a massage. There are shiatsu massage chairs available around the terminals for free and also several massage centres at reasonable prices. Of course there’s the usual plethora of food options, shopping for nearly anything, free movies, games, gardens and even a monorail tour that can be taken into Singapore CBD without having to go through customs.

At the moment I feel the best I’ve ever felt stepping off a flight. Great start to the trip.

I’m back and in one piece!

Friday, June 24th, 2011

I’m back in Newman and extremely happy to be home. It’s been a fantastic month away and I’ve arrived back safely despite volcanoes all over the world conspiring to make travel difficult. I flew into Paris as airports in other parts of Europe closed due to ash from the Iceland volcano. The trip from Perth to Melbourne was routed via Alice Springs to avoid the Chilean ash and I managed to fly Melbourne – Brisbane – Perth on the morning that flights reopened out of Melbourne due to the second visitation of the ash cloud. At least I saw Lake Eyre with water in it even if it was from 30,000 feet!

My team got thrashed at the MCG but the time in Melbourne was still wonderful. I didn’t take a camera as I wanted to show Dad around and just enjoy the city. Turns out that Melbourne is very photogenic and warrants a photography trip (just not this year).

So I’m now starting the mammoth task of processing all the images from Paris and writing the blog. As before I’ll simply write as if it’s happening in the present but I’ll actually be sitting in Newman. Feel free to come down to the shopping centre tomorrow and say hi.