Bonjour!
Yes, I’ve been to France! And not just any part of France – its capital city, Paris! I went with Tilly, Mummy and our best friend Katie and her mum came too. We stayed in a Holiday Inn right in the middle, with a tube station (Metro) right outside about five paces away from the door.
It was about a twenty minute walk to the Louvre, which we went in too. We saw the Mona Lisa and everything! (Though, as a little eight-year-old girl who barely knew anything about it but a particularly strange smile, I found the Mona Lisa a small, sensative painting with at least 70 people gathering around taking about twenty five no-need photos of it.)
I nearly got lost in the crowds of the Louvre, thinking that Mummy was in the bunch of people ahead of me and that the Mona Lisa was straight in front of me. My shoes were hurting so much on my grubby, sore little feet I took them off and carried them down to the crowd until Tilly and Katie came running after me. Katie’s mum thought I was in a trance with Mona, Katie ready to run to the Lost Child’s Point, and when she found I was gone, Tilly was going to burst out crying in tears of shame. But luckily enough, they found me, and from then on, I clasped onto Mummy’s had until, hours later, I found the huge museum slightly tedious.
Tilly, Mummy and I also climbed the EIFFEL TOWER (LE TOUR EIFFEL) while Katie and her mum went around the lawn. It was tiring, but, as I must not boast, we found it easy when the boiling sun disappeared behind the clouds. We got to the first floor, where we stood in the blaze of the hot planet for at least thirty minutes, standing there while the cameras when click-click-click around us, our eyes wincing in the bright movements.
We also went up the Arc de Triomphe, which wasn’t particularly high – a good hundred metres, of course, the street’s roads and cars beeping around us, especially the lorries, blowing dust and sand in our eyes as if we were spies tracking for the marks of the terrible ghosts of the Unknown Soldiers. When we got up, Katie and her mum were waiting, so we waved through the clear camera-screens at them and headed back down.
When you walk along the pretty River Seanne, Notre Dame (Our Lady) is dotted on an island in the middle of it. It is a very beautiful building, though we couldn’t climb up it because of the long, long queue running out of it. We did hope to see the Gargoyles, but Unluck is Unluck, and Luck rarely ever happens. But inside, there was a statue of Joan of Arc, pretty stained-glass windows and many wooden benches for people to sit and admire the glorious art.
We went in the Pompidou Centre, which I like to call the Poopidoo Centre, which is full of modern art. We also went in the Musée d’Orsay where we saw some Van Gogh stuff – though The Starry Night that was usually there had been lent to Oslo. We had two snacky dinners, but one gigantic burger from a posh resturant called Clyde and huge portions of pizza from Nick’s Pizza. We’re reviewing him on TripAdvisor, so you better watch out!
Au revoir!