Mike Jones
<font color=993300>....nothing clever to say... ju
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Day 3 Wednesday 30th May 2007
(Weather: promising start, sunny at first, then dull with rain on & off in Paris, and later at the Parks)
For two people who think 6am is a lie-in at home, Amanda and I are getting rather lazy this week! Its after 7 before we wake, naturally, after another, cracking nights sleep! Adam hears us moving around, preparing coffee, and soon joins us. I wake Bethany (a bit like poking a hibernating bear with a stick!) and the other three of us wander down to the kiosk to collect our breakfast goods.
We are served by the same, smiley girl as yesterday. Theres a notice posted on the wall, advising guests that they cant use the resort village car park today, between 800am and 5pm, as its reserved for a private function. I find this a bit of a cheek, as if we did want to go swimming, or to the shops etc, wed have a 1.5 mile round-trip walk! They really should address the parking issue here, and increase the size of the lot by at least 200%, or provide some form of shuttle bus (theres obviously been one, or plans for such, as there are bus shelters all over the place!
Beth is almost awake when we return, and we all enjoy our petit dejeuner of croissants, orange and French stick. We force Bethany to shower first, as she takes longest to get ready, with dire warnings about using all the water up, as we as yet have no way of knowing how limited the supply is happily it doesnt run cold even for the last (my) turn.
We sit outside while Beth finishes her rituals (Amanda is not a typecast female, who takes hours to get ready she is a trained make-up artist and can shower, wash, dry & straighten her hair, do her make-up and dress inside 20 minutes, even for a posh do!!) I find the Camp on my sat nav and programme it in, so we shouldnt get lost from now on! Its 9.10 when we drive away for the Disney area we intend to park at the Village and take the train into the city.
Parked up in Row A4 (close to the front) by 9.25, we walk to the station. Its busy, with plenty of guests heading towards the two parks for opening time at 10.00am. The weather today is cool again, with broken cloud cover, although the cloud seems to be winning the battle!
There are self-service machines in the station, but the line at the ticket desks is short and we buy 4 returns to Les Halles, the nearest main-line station to Notre Dame and the Pompidou Centre. They cost 49.20Euro. We descend to the Paris bound platform, and a train is already waiting, so we board, and are under way 5 minutes later, around 9.40.
The journey is smooth and incident free, taking about 40 minutes. The scenery is very much how I imagine urban-French to be, with distinctive houses and apartment blocks along the way its also clear that the French have similar graffiti issues to other European cities weve visited recently!
The station of Chateau Les Halles is vast! An underground labyrinth on several levels, and it takes us 10 minutes to find an exit and leave! Were not absolutely sure of our bearings when we eventually emerge onto the pavement, but we strike out in a promising direction and find ourselves walking alongside the street level gardens of Les Halles shopping complex, an underground development of stores, cafes and offices. (My Rough Guide advises that this centre has never been popular with Parisians and may be earmarked for redevelopment in the near future.)
We descend briefly into the place looking for a toilet theres a fairly attractive, sunken garden in the middle, and there are some pretty weird, full-size Moulin Rouge mannequins dotted around the malls!
We can see the Pompidou Centre ahead and walk towards it.
The approach takes us past a pleasant plaza with an imposing, central fountain,
and, joy, past a Starbucks! Therell be at least one decent cup of Joe today!
Centre Georges Pompidou is a striking building, commissioned by the then Prime Minister in the 1970s. Although best known for the Musee National dArt Moderne (Im sure you can translate this for yourself!) it also houses a vast public library and a centre for music research. The building itself is now widely accepted as a work of art, although it received mixed reviews at first. Designed by a team of architects and structural engineers from Italy, Britain and Ireland, it seems to be almost inside out, with the structural skeleton and brightly coloured service tubes left exposed.
(Weather: promising start, sunny at first, then dull with rain on & off in Paris, and later at the Parks)
For two people who think 6am is a lie-in at home, Amanda and I are getting rather lazy this week! Its after 7 before we wake, naturally, after another, cracking nights sleep! Adam hears us moving around, preparing coffee, and soon joins us. I wake Bethany (a bit like poking a hibernating bear with a stick!) and the other three of us wander down to the kiosk to collect our breakfast goods.


We are served by the same, smiley girl as yesterday. Theres a notice posted on the wall, advising guests that they cant use the resort village car park today, between 800am and 5pm, as its reserved for a private function. I find this a bit of a cheek, as if we did want to go swimming, or to the shops etc, wed have a 1.5 mile round-trip walk! They really should address the parking issue here, and increase the size of the lot by at least 200%, or provide some form of shuttle bus (theres obviously been one, or plans for such, as there are bus shelters all over the place!
Beth is almost awake when we return, and we all enjoy our petit dejeuner of croissants, orange and French stick. We force Bethany to shower first, as she takes longest to get ready, with dire warnings about using all the water up, as we as yet have no way of knowing how limited the supply is happily it doesnt run cold even for the last (my) turn.
We sit outside while Beth finishes her rituals (Amanda is not a typecast female, who takes hours to get ready she is a trained make-up artist and can shower, wash, dry & straighten her hair, do her make-up and dress inside 20 minutes, even for a posh do!!) I find the Camp on my sat nav and programme it in, so we shouldnt get lost from now on! Its 9.10 when we drive away for the Disney area we intend to park at the Village and take the train into the city.
Parked up in Row A4 (close to the front) by 9.25, we walk to the station. Its busy, with plenty of guests heading towards the two parks for opening time at 10.00am. The weather today is cool again, with broken cloud cover, although the cloud seems to be winning the battle!
There are self-service machines in the station, but the line at the ticket desks is short and we buy 4 returns to Les Halles, the nearest main-line station to Notre Dame and the Pompidou Centre. They cost 49.20Euro. We descend to the Paris bound platform, and a train is already waiting, so we board, and are under way 5 minutes later, around 9.40.
The journey is smooth and incident free, taking about 40 minutes. The scenery is very much how I imagine urban-French to be, with distinctive houses and apartment blocks along the way its also clear that the French have similar graffiti issues to other European cities weve visited recently!
The station of Chateau Les Halles is vast! An underground labyrinth on several levels, and it takes us 10 minutes to find an exit and leave! Were not absolutely sure of our bearings when we eventually emerge onto the pavement, but we strike out in a promising direction and find ourselves walking alongside the street level gardens of Les Halles shopping complex, an underground development of stores, cafes and offices. (My Rough Guide advises that this centre has never been popular with Parisians and may be earmarked for redevelopment in the near future.)



We descend briefly into the place looking for a toilet theres a fairly attractive, sunken garden in the middle, and there are some pretty weird, full-size Moulin Rouge mannequins dotted around the malls!

We can see the Pompidou Centre ahead and walk towards it.

The approach takes us past a pleasant plaza with an imposing, central fountain,

and, joy, past a Starbucks! Therell be at least one decent cup of Joe today!

Centre Georges Pompidou is a striking building, commissioned by the then Prime Minister in the 1970s. Although best known for the Musee National dArt Moderne (Im sure you can translate this for yourself!) it also houses a vast public library and a centre for music research. The building itself is now widely accepted as a work of art, although it received mixed reviews at first. Designed by a team of architects and structural engineers from Italy, Britain and Ireland, it seems to be almost inside out, with the structural skeleton and brightly coloured service tubes left exposed.
