Paris is probably the widely thought city for love and romance. The architecture, the history, the passion, the friendliness of the people…seriously, I never had a bit of problem with the French. Of course, I always said I was Canadian and they love Canada, so maybe I’m a bit off on that point.
I’ve been to Paris three times and lived there for four months in 2004, so I think I have a fair bit of opinion on why I think Paris should be the second famous city for love and romance. What, may you ask is the first? I would have to say Giverny, France. Some might recognize the name immediately as the home of Claude Monet. And while this little trip happened eight years ago, and I’m sure the area has been modernized now, in 2004 it was the perfect little sidetrip for my boyfriend and myself.
I recommend taking the trip to Giverny in Spring, because the train trip from Paris is on one of those trains that still has vinyl on the seat. In spring, it won’t be so hot for your thigh skin to melt into it, saving you a little discomfort. When you get to Vernon, you will realize that Giverny is about three miles away, and to preserve the historical importance of Monet’s house, you will be told the best way to get there is bike riding.
Let me assure you, even if your ass is not prepared for a three mile bike ride, the countryside is mainly level and there is a marked path to follow. Just as soon as you get through the city of Vernon, that is. Once you get to the house and fall in love with the flowers (again, Springtime is best for optimal enjoyment of the flower gardens and numerous bees), you notice that there is a parking lot full of cars and you start to wonder where the hell did they come from because by now your tail bone is sore as heck!
The bridge of the lily pond is breathtaking. You know the one I’m talking about. It’s the most romantic place on earth to stand on, hold the hand of your loved one, and blink like crazy as about a hundred pictures are all snapped at once because you two make such a lovely picture.
As you walk through the house and take the tour, you will slowly come to realize that at the end of the day you now have to bike ride the three miles back. If you fail to make the last train back to Paris, you’ll have to find a room somewhere, so I hope you can speak French. And also, by the end of the day, you’ll discover most of the restaurants are closed, so McDonalds it is.
-Beth D. Carter…
…who really had a lovely time Giverny!!