We headed down a straight road with Mark in the back seat. We had to stop on the highway for a potential puke, that did not come to fruition thankfully, and then transferred him to the front seat. He then became the designated shifter of the car and that seemed to keep his mind off of being sick.

The weather had turned cloudy and quite cool when we got to Caen. This is really the first cool, long pants, type of weather we have had. The museum is inside so it did not bother us much. The museum is filled with war history, starting with WW I and continuing through the cold war. Most of the exhibits cover WW II and are filled with quotes from letters of the soldiers, French people, and the politicians. I did not take pictures as it just did not seem like the right thing to do. It was quite a sobering experience. War is hell and this museum did a very good job of showing that. We spent about 3 hours in the museum and did not see the whole thing.

Next stop is the beach in Deauville. It is not really beach weather, but what the heck. The first thing we notice is the buildings are different here. Large plaster buildings with plenty of roof gables, decorated with various metal sculptures, and decorative brown wood battens. The second thing you notice is the seagulls. They are everywhere and none too quiet about it. Clearly they think all those pretty buildings were built for them to perch upon until low tide reveals their seafood buffet or until some café patron leaves a delectable treat for them. The last thing we noticed were the boats, lots of boats, big boats, expensive looking boats.

Deauville is the Hamptons of Paris crossed with the Sundance Film Festival, the playground of the polo set with the extra draw of the annual film festival the beginning of September featuring both French and Hollywood stars. The French hate to admit that they are impressed with anything American, but from the number of photos of Tom Hanks, Tom Cruise, and Jennifer Aniston on the walls of their restaurants and hotels, don’t believe it.

We checked in at the Normandy Grand Barriere, billed as the favorite spot for the French film stars to stay when they were in town and as having a great children’s program. The two seemed incongruent to me, but there were a lot of pictures of stars on the walls and they did have a pretty busy appearing kids club. There were lots of kids running through the lobby at least, trailed by young hotel staff members that were presumably entertaining them. Mark, not speaking French, was not too interested in spending any time in the “club house”. We did go use the indoor pool with the retractable roof, which was not retracted as it was cool and raining. Mark had lots of fun playing by himself near the other kids. In typical French fashion there was a pool monitor that would hiss at the kids when ever they laughed or yelped a bit too loud. (In France, instead of saying shhhh when someone is too loud or doing something you do not like, the all purpose, SSSSSSSSS is used.) It did not seem to be terribly effective on a pool full of children and their nannies on a rainy day at a beachside resort. I did notice the noise did not draw any of the mothers out of the spa in the next room to see what the trouble was.

Following the swim, we went to explore the town itself. It is a very charming town of expensive shops and sidewalk cafes. We found a spot for a snack as it was 3:30 and we had not eaten yet that day. We sat for quite awhile as there was a war of wills involving the consumption of a sugar crepe occurring between the male members of the family. What Mark did not understand is that we really did not have anywhere to go and we did not care how long it took for him to eat. As we watched the stylish Parisians stroll down the streets of their home away from home we noticed that the seagulls were particularly riled up. A moment later a falcon flew by at break neck speed, just above the cars. He was followed by a very fast falcon handler, running next to the cars, and behind him a camera crew. Now this seemed like it may be worth eating a crepe for, just so we could leave and see what was going on.

With crepe digesting, we walked down to a large crowd of people on the ground and an even larger crowd of seagulls flying in circles in the sky. A lone falcon was sitting on a building ledge having a war of wills with his handler, who was standing on the ground waving inducements to the bird and muttering obscenities not quite under his breath. The falcon appeared to be unaffected by any of this, he seemed to be saying, “I have had enough and I will not work without a change in these conditions”. We finally wandered off and several hours later, following a late dinner, we wandered by the same spot and all the commotion was gone. Presumably either the handler or the falcon had given in eventually. SKC

written by  pscossette on July 17, 2007 from Deauville-les-Bains, France
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Off to the town market where we found plenty of fruit, cheese, meat and spices to keep us entertained. We found not only breakfast, but the makings of a nice picnic lunch we would later eat on the train to Paris. After dropping the food in the car, we found a spot on the beach where Mark could busy himself collecting shells and we could read our books. I went exploring the multicolored umbrellas that could be rented if it had been a hot and sunny day. Very few were in use while we were there. More interesting was the walk of Cabanas. There were rows of beach cabanas all named for movie stars, directors and producers. Who needs a star in front of a Chinese restaurant when you can have a cabana named after you?

We had a dinner date in Paris that night with the Graziano’s who were also vacationing in Europe, so to the train we went. Soon after pulling out of the station we ate a wonderful lunch of meat and cheese sandwiches, olives, and the best, biggest, juiciest strawberries we had ever had. It will take me a long time to get used to the Minnesota supermarket produce after being in France.

When we arrived at the K+K Cayre Hotel on Rue Du Bac near St Germaine and went for a quick glass of wine nearby, just to get our bearings. Upon retiring to the hotel we had a message to meet Vince and Jude in their room for a little wine before dinner. It was Vince’s birthday and they were celebrating with his brother Steve and his family as well. We did finally all head to dinner, quite well primed. Luckily the Blanc Gorilla was not hard to find and we had a very nice dinner with more great wine and great company. We said our adieus late that night as they were headed to Florence in the morning to bask in the 100 plus heat. SKC

written by  pscossette on July 18, 2007 from Deauville-les-Bains, France
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The Orsay was great - one of our favorite museums of the trip. Next we went to Montmartre to see the Sacré-Coeur Basilica and the Moulin Rouge-this is definitely the red light district of Paris, and even Mark picked up on the fact the neighborhood was a little more “slutty” than the areas we had been frequenting (where do 9 year olds get their vocabulary). After hiking up and down the hills of Montmartre, Mark was ready for a nap at the hotel. Suzy and Paul headed to Cafe Les Deux Magots, a favorite writers hangout for folks like Hemingway, for a glass of wine, some people watching, and to do a little blog writing of our own.

In the evening we all hiked the spiral staircase to the top of the Arc de Triomphe. There we watched the sun set over Paris and the flashing lights come on the Eifel Tower. It was a great view!
PC

written by  pscossette on July 19, 2007 from Paris, France
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We met Suzy a little before noon. She had several full shopping bags and had worked up an appetite. We all decided a picnic was in order so we set off for the Rue Cler to stock up on baguettes, cheese, pate, fruit and a little wine. This is a great little walking street near the Eifel Tower that has one of the best open markets in the city. Once we had stocked up we walked a few blocks west to the Champ de Mars Park for a picnic right in front of the Eifel Tower.

We took the rest of the afternoon pretty easy, simply walking around and doing a little exploring. For our last dinner in Paris we went to a great little neighborhood restaurant about 2 blocks from the Orsay. It was one of the best meals we had in Paris. The cheese ravioli was unbelievable! What a way to end our trip.
PC

written by  pscossette on July 20, 2007 from Paris, France
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