Thursday, 28 August 2014

France, Switzerland, Paris again, Netherlands and Germany in 3 Weeks!   2013.

Only 2 years after my dream visit to Switzerland 
I was on my way to Europe once more! 


On the 5th of May 2012 Hannes and I got married! We have known each other since grade 8 in 1978. We were in the same class in 1982 and studied in the same old Potchefstroom in 1983. Both of us spend most of our passing adulthood in so called "forced marriage" because of pregnancies. Hannes and his wife also got divorced after many years. We met up again in 2012 after my visit to Switzerland although we lived miles apart. Celeste, my youngest daughter was on her way to the Netherlands.  Hannes had his youngest son living with him and we didn't want to live in sin. We decided to get married before Celeste left to go and au pair. I was teaching in a private school in Centurion and still had a lecturing job on Saturdays. Our time together were limited. I wanted to resign the Saturday lecturing but was offered extra payment I could not refuse. Hannes and I agreed that we could use the extra money to go and visit Celeste in the Netherlands and introduce him to my family in Switzerland in 2013. Visiting Switzerland was also a childhood dream for Hannes!







 We booked a flight to Amsterdam but had to stay in Paris for the first weekend! So from Amsterdam we took a connecting flight to Paris, and a train to Paul Marais!








Getting into the train, Hannes dared to speak English for we knew that they would not understand Afrikaans! "Is this train going to Paul Marias?"A middle aged French "gentleman" harshly made sure that we would never try and speak English in France again... well not in a train anyway. Luckily a much more "gentle" old man heading for the same destination winked and directed our eyes to the top of the door. Each destination had a little flashing light as the train approached the next one.

At Paul Marias station we were still standing next to our luggage hanging onto the upright rail in the middle of the doorway. Getting out with all the luggage we kind of blocked the path and had to move very fast. We both knew that we had no clue if we should turn left or right for people were going both ways. The real gentleman came to the rescue again and nobbed our way. We instinctively followed him and automatically associated the word "Sortie" with the expression "sort yourself out"... We were packed! Each with maximum weight. He had to carry both big cases, 25kg each and I handled the little ones. I quietly thanked God form giving me such an awesome husband, and being so strong, definitely a big bonus!

Reaching the top of the so many stairs, we found ourselves in the middle of a walkway, in the middle of the city of Paris, in the dark! After spotting a big map at the end of the stairs we had a quick nervous misunderstanding, not giving a damn how loud we were talking.  Hannes wanted to know where north is on the map according to our map. While still tossing and turning the map all over the place we were interrupted. What a relief! A young Afrikaans lady, living in France, heard us and asked if she could help! We had to go right and then turn left into the third narrow road. Not far from where we were.
And so we took off. My feet were on fire. I was wearing high heel boots, pulled the two cases across the gobble stoned road, and I had my handbag around my shoulder that kept on flipping to the front. Hannes and I followed the directions not quite sure which street she used as the first one. We were sure that we could read the name of the street on the street poles. So, we just kept on going, not keeping track of the how many streets we crossed, trying to find the correct name.

I became suspicious when my feet really started to feel the pain. I begged Hannes to ask for help in a restaurant. He had to leave me with all the bags right in front of the entrance of a small coffee shop because the rest of the pavement were stacked with people sitting at tables. There I stood all alone with 70kg of luggage surrounding me, and people became upset because they could not use the entrance any more. Some outside customers smiled at my situation and as a tear actually ran down my cheek one ladies body language showed empathy.

The names of the streets are inbedded into the walls of the buildings near the street corner, and not fixed onto the poles, they are names of places of interest. We were exhausted arriving at Hotêl Paul Marias at 20:30. The room that we booked on the internet months before looked much more country decorated as the modern one on the forth floor. Two trips up and down the small elevator, and we were ready to hit every button on the Jacuzzi like bathtub, for the room was marketed as the honeymoon suite. Colourful light changed the "atmosphere in the bathroom, but before we could figure out exactly how the touch buttons worked, the whole bathroom was dripping with water for I was already in the tub before the water reached the level above the holes!  In spite of the cold outside we went for our first walk and had a very late dinner in a fancy restaurant, far away from the little coffee shop. Hannes was very hungry!  





Very early the next day, we had to find our way to Notre-Dame and loved the walk in the cold. All French people were dressed in black coats and boots and if being a tourist wasn't enough, I wore white!  We could only TRY to blend in although we did enjoy the fact that no one around us could understand what we were saying. We crossed this bridge the get to the "island" and Notre-Dame and walked down the narrow streets. I insisted on entering all small toy shops, loving the exquisite wood puppets the most. At another I bought a pair of earrings and Hannes bought a few beautiful postcards.



Between the narrow streets we unexpectedly found the doors of Sait-Louis EN-L'ILE cathedral. Inside the cathedral a even bigger surprise awaited us. A small old artist lady had exhibited her artwork!  


Hannes took a great pic from the gallery that she directed us too.  She elegantly through her grey wool scarf over her left shoulder as he took the pic! I just had to have a pic with this artist in Paris. How cool is that!  



 What a pleasant lady!!!!   I bought a little book about her and the exhibition,  in French! 




We moved on to Notre-Dame. What a BEAUTIFUL structure! I could feel the past. We had no idea what to expect, and walked past the long queue of people waiting to view Paris from the top of Notre-Dame. Hannes realised that we were going to need cash and left me standing on the busy corner..... only for a few seconds... I didn't want to wait, for the possibility of him getting lost made me ran after him before I could loose sight of him. We didn't have cellphone connection.
 On our way back to the back-entrance of Notre-Dame we purchased a shoulder bag for me and a handsome black-grey stripped Barrett for Hannes. I was dumbfounded when I sow the exact black ladies hat as the one I bought for Celeste in RSA at a local store in South-Africa as a present. I thought crossed my mind to tell her that I bought it in Paris, but that was just a thought...          



People were queueing in front of the door on the left and hundreds of people were sitting on a opposite pavilion. We didn't know if we were suppose to sit somewhere and wait to be called to the front, or just get in line. Hannes led the way and we stepped into the queue, no...into the middle of the queue. I felt uncomfortable but Hannes said that if no one was going to complain, we are staying put. We giggled our way to the doors. Once inside, after about 5 minutes, we did pay the minimal entrance fee and extra for the tourist audio device at a big dark wood counter. We were surrounded by tourists and listening to the different languages as they spoke to each other made us feel more welcome.


The three entrances from the back. The inside is much bigger then it appears from outside. The walls and pillars stretched very high and it was quit dark in the open passage surrounding the hall filled with chairs. Mass was taking place and we quietly moved through the cathedral listening to the audio tourist device and taking pics of the many sculptures, paintings and beautiful windows. I stood quit for a while trying to absorb the atmosphere... French people were taking part in the mass. The "Crown of light" or also known as "Great Chandelier" unexpectedly lied down on the checked tiled floor in front of us. My mind wondered of to "The hunchback of Notre-Dame ... was that a true story?.. I wondered quietly. I  became emotional about the fact the the chandelier laid on the hard, cold floor, instead of hanging graciously giving light!



Between the hall surrounding passages and the hall, this gold decorated masterpiece took my breath away. It is the most beautiful and complete storytelling "sculpture strip". I stood there praying on my own for the privilege to be able to see it as a whole and being part of the proud testify of Jesus's life on earth inside Notre-Dames walls. Exodus 20:4 came to mind.... and the fact that I wasn't allowed to even page a book that had an image of Jesus when I was still in the children's home.... it would be breaking the fourth commandment!



We had to take pictures of one another quit often, and luckily I knew I could edit two pictures to have us both in one pic, later. We walked back to the river and took an hour's cruise. The lady on the boat spoke French and then repeated everything in English. We spotted our next destination and could take a pic of Notre-Dame Cathedral from the river. After getting off at Point Zero we had coffee outside a small coffee shop and my excitement grow stronger. We were heading for The Louvre!  













Arriving at the Louvre, following our map, we entered through the high arches. We found ourselves in a courtyard with a fountain, with no other entrance into the building as we expected. So we followed the biggest group of people that still had some stars of expectancy visible in their expressions. We followed them onto a big plain, and found the security checkpoint at the glass triangular rooftop. Leaving our water bottles behind as instructed, we arrived at the ticket offices after discovering the many choices of different categorized artwork The Louvre offers. We bought tickets that offered entrance to most of the sides. I expected to see only paintings of the most famous artists, and had no idea what was waiting inside.  



I was in awe! The sculptures amazed me! Every masterpiece has its own special space in the soft light. The walls that lead the way are tiled with cream-whitewashed tiles and the white-grey sculptures looks beautiful and alive against it. The detail in each figure is life-like and adds to the emotion on their eye-less faces.  


Some of the sculptures are pitch-black and tries to evoke fear as they showcase the dark side of humans and their encounters with evil and death over ages. We walked quite a distance before reaching halls with paintings. We stole a kiss in a small side hall as we both loved the smaller portraits of royal lovers.    











A lot of paintings have some kind of nudity or mystery. Some are even obscure! Most of the halls are painted in a rich colour. Even though the paintings all have their thick old fashioned frames, the colour of the wall behind it makes a big difference. Some walls are painted in a deep velvet-red, some in an avocado green and  others in royal blue. I loved the simplicity and innocence of the child portraits the most.  Hannes was set to see the Mona Lisa.



After following clear direction boards we finally arrived at the Mona Lisa hall. The Mona Lisa has her own wall in the middle of the hall. Art lovers are not allowed to come closer then a diameter. Security personal guards the world famous painting even though it is the only painting that is behind another glass wall! I am sure that I am not the only person that still wonders if this is the real original!  After watching the latest movie "The monuments men" I have even more appreciation for original art and the artists from years ago. I wonder now if the Mona Lisa was also hidden in those Salt mines?

We went back to Hotêl Paul Marais and Hannes stressed a lot if we were going to be in time for our train trip to Switzerland. We booked our seats to Switzerland via the internet months ago and had to rely on the cab driver to get us their in time. We booked the cab via the Hotêl and was instructed to be ready at 04:15! Packed and ready to go, he asked where too? We showed him our train tickets and he shook his head. "No train to Switzerland from there" .... Hannes and me looked puzzled, I nearly started crying! It could not be! I explained that we were going to be late and the cab driver heard my voice was shaking. He agreed to take us to the station that we requested just too please me. Arriving at the station, he and Hannes got out and went too information. They came back and started unloading our luggage! We had ten minutes before departure!  The cab driver wove a " ...sorry, I did not know that trains were departing to Switzerland from here " ... we were more then happy after finding our seats and settling down for the six hour train trip to Bern Switzerland.  


Arriving in Basel, my uncle Walter and Walter Jnr. welcomed us. I was over joyed! I introduced Hannes and could not wait to share Switzerland with him although it was winter then.


When we arrived at Walters home my aunt Diane was waiting, expecting me this time round! We hugged and I swallowed some tears. Next morning Walter JR. drove us to Montreux to discover a part of Switzerland that even I have never been too.  In front of the Montreux Palace, an oval patch of grass hosts black statues of music legends around the world, mostly jazz artists. But another very special statue was quietly waiting to be appreciated.      






As we approached the statue, I recognized the hip length pointy jacket, the stretched out right leg and tilted hips! "Here in Switzerland! A statue of "The Queen!"" As we took turns to be snapped aside Freddie Mercury, Walter told us that Montreux hosts the second biggest jazz Festival in the world each year. We continued our long walk along the Lake Geneva, and found never-seen-before pine-branch-sculptures! Over time the twigs start to de-colour. The sculpture masters create anything from giant tree spiders to chess pieces using green-to-faded-yellow twig-covered branches. Surrounding flowerbeds and landscaped gardens added colour to make the animals look more alive. We still had a very long way to walk along the Lake. Walter asked if we were up to it to walk all the way to the ancient castle. "Natuurlik!"          





After a very long walk we finally arrived at the castle! Clos De Chillion. The castle was first mentioned in a script in 1150 as the House of Savoy - controlling the Lake Geneva's route. For more on the castle visit www.chillon@ch/en/castle/its-history . Prisoners were cept in cave-like small underground cells inside the natural floor of the prison inside the castle. Walter waited outside while we tried to capture the mood of every room. I never thought I would ever walk inside the walls of an ancient castle - I enjoyed every moment. A thought crossed my mind, that if the money seekers really want the rich to dig deep into their pockets, they should have changing rooms and time-relative clothing to change into at the entrance. Even if it is just a overlap ballroom skirt with easy cling-tape and a white cotton hat with lace ties to feel time-bounded. And maybe a long pointed jackets and hats for the men.    








On our way back to Bellach,  ..... we stopped at the well known restaurant with the arty cows display. I had to stand on a wooden box as we stood tall as Swiss farmer and wife! I added the umbrella for a more 3D effect - and only realised after the picture was taken that both my "arms" were in front. I loved the 3D paintings on the cows representing Swiss summer and winter. What a contrast and still both so beautiful.  I was already looking forward to the next day, but I never could have imagined the beauty of the snowcapped mountains and the depth of the white blanket that we were going to be able to walk on in Engelbergt.




As Hannes was taking this picture of the snow capped maintain in Engelbergt, I already had this picture in mind: Comparing summer and winter-Switzerland. It was freezing cold! When we arrived by train we had no idea where to go, as usual! Hannes spotted the cosy coffee shop / restaurant. What a pleasant warm welcoming atmosphere after only about two minutes walk in the snow covered town. Each had a steaming cup of coffee and a bagel with cheese and jam. I just wanted to get outside again, the cold clearly forgotten, to experience what ever was still to be found!
It seemed like we were the only two people alive in the whole town, accept the people in the restaurant we left behind. No sounds, no movement! Suddenly, from nowhere, two people appeared on the side walk and disappeared around the next corner. We followed, giggling.
A frozen playground stopped me in my tracks. This is so cool! We took a few pictures and Hannes wanted to continue, seeking the well known ski grounds. We kept on walking towards the maintains and found one old man standing there with a bag in his hand, looking just as lost. We took a picture of him, and asked if he could take one of us.... ? He was smiling and taking pictures of us?!? Satisfied with our day in Engelbergt, we headed back to the station. In the train we flipped through the pics and sadly could not find any pictures of us standing together on the thick snow blanket! The old man didn't take the pictures correctly! Lesson learned!   Next day we were going to take a walk in the forest behind Walters home!  I was really going to make it a special occasion!






The next day, just before the family members were off to work or school, we snatched on some warm clothing for our forest walk! Walter suggested that I take his son's red coat! We entered the forest after walking through "my" gate and Flori Holtz's premises.
The snow drifted down like feathers. I could hear them fall onto my "Red hood" and Hannes was following me patiently like a big bad wolf. Only then, little red riding hood knew the way for sure and the big bad wolf was very worried that they would have to walk for hours and hours in the cold slippery forest, getting lost, without anything to eat!
We didn't get lost, although I surely took the long way home.... enjoying the moments that my big bad wolf had to rely on me for directions for a change..... and he wasn't aware of it at all.