Paris on A Bicycle

I experienced Paris as picture-perfect as it can be. From Thursday to Thursday we spent a week on Paris' left bank in the gorgeous home of our good friends, Anda and Marc. Together, they have spent the better part of two years in and out of the city, and Marc many years more so they were our personal tour guides as we explored the City of Love.

One of our favorite pieces of the week, was a relaxing coast through the winding streets, perched atop our rented bicycles. While not quite a birds-eye view, seeing the city from two wheels instead of two legs gave a different perspective. Starting from their apartment, the four of us walked down the block, a quaint and comfortable street in stark contrast to the typical city-center feel. Art from Chinese ancients to brightly colored modern to life-size plastic Native Americans adorned from head to toe in typical tomahawk and headdress, graced window after window of the street's shops. Smells wafted through the open doors as the restauranteurs swept out their dining rooms into the street and readied for another busy day in the cuisine capital of the world. Our friends pointed out their favorite cheese shops, bakeries and floral stands. Around a corner not 2 minutes from their front door was a high-tech bicycle lock-up rack. Several identical bikes stood, ready and waiting to take us for a spin through the tangled lanes of inner Paris. With a credit card and a few simple instructions, we were all aboard, our borrowed vehicles completely ours for the day (to be returned to any similar stand throughout the city. brilliant!). We first followed the city's former lifeblood, the Seine River, pedaling our way through a pedestrian-only paradise. We saw beautiful architecture, gorgeous cathedrals and a few 'mosquito boats' toting tourists on a lunch tour of Paris. We arrived at our first destination, a mansion formerly owned by an avid art collector, whose collection still stands as one of the most impressive in the city. While the line to see the art was over an hour, the line to see the lunch menu was less than half. We vied for the more timely option and enjoyed crisp salads overlooking the courtyard. While Marc had a lunch meeting to catch and was forced to leave, the three of us decided for the scenic route home, so back on the bikes we went and wandered along. At this point we had seen the Eiffel Tower only at night, flashing its brilliant whites and blues, so with that as a landmark, Anda skillfully guided us through her town. For a moment or two, I would get disoriented, only to turn the next corner and see the tip of the Tower guiding us in. After a myriad of photos beneath the most famous of landmarks, we all stood back and enjoyed the beauty of it. Just slightly behind the David, this was the most striking man-made creation of our trip. Steel made to feel soft, a delicate balance of strength and art and grace, the pictures do no justice. Back on our bikes we struck for the Seine and our home. We bumped into the Champs-Elysees, its hoards of people and shops and traffic and then not a block away found ourselves in the peace and quiet again, a residential street lined with cafes, almost inviting us to spend the afternoon. But onward we pressed, by Napolean's tomb (a practically stadium sized mausoleum), the famous American Church and by some of the most elite, high-browed eateries in the city. We returned our bikes, walked home and rested our tired legs.

The beauty of this city, to a foodie like myself, is that you can eat whatever in the world you want each night. Literally. One night we had Mexican (a rarity over here!), another night Gaon grill food, another night Indian, another night Italian and one night traditional French. All came with their own unique geographical flair, but all came with a 'Bon Apetite.'

For me, Paris had a lot to live up to. The favored European city for all of the Zimmerman women, I had high expectations. With the ambience, the friendliness, the food and the sites, this city was indeed all I had hoped for.