The museums? Worth a look. But honestly, I couldn't get out of the Louvre fast enough. It was so packed that the only way to get to the Venus de Milo was to crowd surf across the heads and Nikons of a thousand tourists. Often, I enjoy such things, but not without air conditioning. The Louvre on a crowded summer day had, for me, all the appeal of Disneyland during a power outage.
But the Musée d'Orsay, where the Impressionists live? Could've spent a month amid the Renoirs, in the refurbished train station that is a masterpiece in itself.
That was Paris for me on my first visit. For every disappointment, there were a dozen pleasures. Best of all, everything you love about a major city is within walking distance. Then there's the language itself, which rolls off their linen tongues like a torch song.
No, I don't know what you're saying. Just talk. Mind if I dance?
Paris won me over in a heartbeat. True, it is lousy with scooters and hence relentlessly loud. It is hopelessly congested and nonsensical in its layout. Its inhabitants are mostly melancholics (the condition of chronic melancholy). To me, the French are like the weird kids in college. They hold their cigarettes like jewelry, cupping them in their hands, so as not to set themselves — or you — on fire. Mostly, they succeed.
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They are also, despite some reports, gracious and helpful hosts, quick to answer questions or pour you aboard the proper bus. All in all, I'd save these folks (except for the occasional waiter) from the Germans anytime.
So, on my maiden voyage to Paris, I found an enchanting place that was never, for half a second, dull. Here are my tips for those who have never been:
Like most Americans, I flew here, 12 hours in steerage, two meals on Air France. De Gaulle was a breeze, and when I couldn't find the prearranged shuttle to the hotel, a driver from a rival service used his cellphone to summon my driver. Merci.
In no time, I was sitting at a corner cafe somewhere on the Left Bank, "the center of thought" — though one of the locals assured me that that was very long ago.
It seems impossible to exaggerate the importance of the little sidewalk cafe to Paris. They are to this French city what beaches are to L.A. And every day, Paris has a parade — the tourists, supermodels, pickpockets and artists who make up this low-slung city. The cafes are like the parade stand. Sit down, ask the waiter to bring you un café, and swallow it all up to your heart's content.
If you ever leave your little sidewalk spot, getting around Paris will prove pretty easy. When you're heading downhill, you're headed toward the river, the surprisingly skinny Seine, which splits the town in two. The rest is confusing but so scenic you don't care. Note that there is no true north in Paris. As with moral relativism, there are only variations.
In any case, a good bet is the carnet, a packet of 10 tickets ($15) good for subway or bus, and available at any Métro station. The ubiquitous subway system is manageable after about a day, though I found the buses the most direct way to the major sights.
I started my Paris tour with the Louvre, but if I had it to do all over again, I'd begin at Notre-Dame, early (before 10 a.m.), when the lines are shortest.
The jaw-dropping cathedral is on the Île de la Cité, the first of two little islands on the river. When you're done touring the cathedral (free) or climbing to the bell tower like Quasimodo ($10), wander around back to the small bridge that leads to Île Saint-Louis, the second island.