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| Norte-Dame de Paris and the Seine River. |
Latin Quarter, Paris
By Armando Ortiz
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| St. Michel station area. |
Evenings
in Paris are an extension of summer afternoons, there is still plenty of sunlight
even at ten o’clock in the evening. So when I arrived in Paris at around 6pm there was time to go to my room, wait for the host that showed up about an hour
late. They offered me a sampling of French cheese, and was still able to get on
the subway and take a 30 minute ride to the St. Michel station, which left me
at the edge of the Latin Quarter and a few feet away from Norte-Dame Cathedral.
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| First meal spot. |
I recall
stepping out of the station at around 9pm and seeing the old church. It was lit
up with florescent bulbs shooting light upwards. It looked serene. I walked towards
the structure, and to my right was the Shakespeare and Company book store,
where Woody Allen had appeared on one of his latest films. Numerous tourist
roamed the church square. Norte-Dame de Paris was built over a two hundred year
span, and completed in 1345, though additions and updates have been made since
its beginning as a holy shrine. I came to church area and saw the statue of Charlemagne,
King of the Franks and the Holy Roman Empire. The barbarian king had converted to
Christianity and adopted old Roman ways. Napoleon Bonaparte had been crowned
King of France in that Medieval Hall. I sat on the concrete benches, and saw
other foreign tourists and young locals pass bye. I also watched the local grey
rats run across the walkway and sprint by the edges of sacred sanctuary,
roaming its perimeter collecting left over food or loose paper to insulate
their nests.
After a
while I decided to walk around the paved alleys of the Latin Quarter. I leisurely
started towards the bustling area, looking at all the different restaurants and
the food being sold. That first night was exciting to say nonetheless. My first
meal- a crepe filled with glazed pieces of chicken, mushrooms, and cheese was a
good introduction to the local tourist diet. The cheese must have been good
because it was strong and gooey, though coming from the states it might have
been too much. In the states the strongest I have had has been sharp cheddar. The
place was narrow and could seat ten people at most. I had the feeling of being
in an old wooden ship, and was docking in Paris.
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| Pantheon. |
For the next
ten days that I’d be in Paris, St. Michel would be my destination, to take the
red bus, to walk to other historic structures like the Orsay, to eat, to people
watch, and look at beautiful women walk bye. But one of my more memorable treks
after emerging from the St. Michel station was on my second to last day, and walking
up the hill to check out the Pantheon on my. The subway stop is at the foot of
the hill and along the edge of the Seine River. From the station its one long
hike up next to paved roads and buildings belonging to the Soborne University
cover the rest of the land that greet you like a stoic crowd silently paying
respects to you. When I got to the mausoleum I was not allowed to enter. The bottle
of wine that I had just purchased was not allowed into the premises since it a
glass container. So the time that I had spent resting on one of the giant
benches next to the converted church, opening the glass container and taking
sips, turned out to be a bad idea. Once I realized that I could put the wine
inside my plastic bottle the building containing the remains of famous people
like Rousseau and Voltaire, was closed.
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I looked
at my map determined to do something and optimistic of the day’s unfolding. I
decided to visit some historic places of the English literary world. James
Joyce, Hemingway and Orwell had lived just a few meters away from the
Pantheon. I headed there and wondered- how life there could have been in the
early 20th century. I found their flats, which looked nondescript,
but with plaques posted on the outside walls giving some quick info on their
former occupants. I decided to walk further up while I stared and photographed
the Hemingway apartment. Soon, I saw
people and lots of movement at the top of the hill, and as I got there noticed
folks eating along the edges of street, the restaurants were full, and the
patrons seemed more interested in relaxing than being inside. A lot of people
looked like movie stars, writers, just a bit healthier and more alive with a
definite hop to their step and ha to their laughter and completely comfortable
with themselves. Children and adolescents ate ice cream and families rested on
the shaded area at the center of the intersection. The leaves of the tree were
light green and delicately let the cool afternoon air pass through like nets
that let the water be forever free.
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| Evening meal by the river. |
So after
reaching the top and walking down the other side I was intrigued, this was the Latin
Quarter and on my map it showed where Orwell worked as a dishwasher. I kept
wandering through this labyrinth of segmented realities, where one way led you
to another direction, showing you ways through Paris’ ventricles, arteries and
veins- I was just checking stuff out. The number of bistros really surprised me
because I’d never been to such a place. Being that I was on top of a hill the
clouds looked like dough and the sky a rich indigo. I was definitively going to
be spending my lunch money here. I ended up having Iranian food which had the tastiest
kabobs I had had in a while, the last time being at a Jewish Iranian wedding.
After finishing lunch, I walked around some more till I found a really nice bakery and bought a day old
baguette at half price. Next, I wandered into a convenient store where I bought
some Spanish olives and sausages. Know I was set for the coming hours and would
be able to continue my walk about. Later, as I sat by the river, I couldn’t
help to think of how when a door closes so many other possibilities open up,
maybe my situation back in Los Angeles would improve and the outlook on love
looked better than when I had boarded the airplane to France. I was in the same
area the next day and had a classic French dish, and visited Voltaire’s resting
place, paying my respects. I wandered around the same streets that captivated
me the previous day, for one last time.
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| Voltaire. |
This little oasis of rolling
hills, slanted mountains and oak trees is a stone’s throw away from the big
city. This is what Malibu Creek State Park is to me and ought to be to
everyone. It’s located less than an hour from downtown LA offering miles of
trails to enjoy. There is a creek that runs through the park which makes a
popular rock pool. I decided to check this place out a few weeks after going
there with a friend and enjoying a long hike that took us to the M.A.S.H. set.
This is a great place so its best to arrive early, set up camp, set up a picnic
table, and enjoy all that is to do there. 
I
missed my check in a day before, but arrived before noon the next day. Set up
my tent, had lunch, read a book, went to buy firewood (there’s an Albertsons
nearby). After returning I went for a short walk, and after that cooked an
incredible dinner over the fire. I went to sleep a bit early, a bit weary that
the neighbors would keep me up, but everything pretty much quieted down after
10pm. Though I do recall two lines that I heard from my someone nearby, one, “I
need my Starbucks, lets go get some Starbucks,” and two, “I want to go home, I
don’t like being here.” Needless to say the majority of the people leave by 8
in the morning. 
This is definitively a
place to visit if you like hiking, because there are lots of trails. There are
different levels of trails for different levels of difficulty from beginner
walks where you follow a flat trail that takes you to information panels giving
you a history lesson of the place. Some of the more challenging trails can be
steep and long, which are perfect for the trail runner and long distance hiker. 
