Monday, March 21, 2011

Paris, Days 1 and 2

Paris is huge, and has enough to do and see that you could easily stay for a couple of weeks.  On our first two days we strolled through the Château de Versailles, ascended the Eiffel Tower, contemplated La Basilique du Sacré-Coeur de Montmartre, toured Le Louvre with excellent art-historian guides, visited The Panthéon and some of its famous permanent residents, cowered under the enormous Grande Arche de la Défense, looked for traces of noble blood on the Place de la Concorde, climbed the Arc de Triomphe, and somehow fit in some food and sleep as well.  It's because we have our own personal chauffeur, Rens, taking us from place to place that we are able to do so much - on your own using the public transit system, these two days would not be possible!  Today, however, Rens gets a well deserved break, and we are heading out in an hour to take the Metro into town.


 In front of Versailles.


 Fun times in the garden waiting for the girls...


 Is this man a bad influence?


Jennifer stays warm with her stylish chapeau.


 Behind the palace.


 Taylor and Jesse check out the Orangerie.


 Louis XIV, the Sun King, had an overwhelming desire to show that he shone so brightly, he could even control nature.  His huge, elaborate gardens are evidence of this.  This is the Orangerie, where orange trees would be wheeled out from greenhouses and set into the pattern.  Oranges, of course, do not grow this far north, so this was quite an accomplishment.


Jessica's very sad attempt to jump into the frame.  It did refocus the picture on her though.


 L'etat, c'est moi!  Gabe decided to be our Sun King, though no one seems to be paying any attention to him.  Notice Louis' face in the sun just to the left of Gabe.


 You know those obnoxious shirts you sometimes see tween girls wearing that say "It's all about me!"?  I think Louis would have proudly worn one of those.  One of the hundreds of depictions of the Sun King in his residence.


 Hannah and Kassaundra frame a shot in one of the many palace rooms.


In the centre of the enormous Hall of Mirrors, where the Treaty of Versailles was signed in 1919.

 Is this "the one"?  Bundled up for our trip to the top of the Eiffel Tower.


 The kids really play it up when they are 1000 feet above the City of Lights.  Josh seems to enjoy the attention?


 The City of Lights.


 On the steps of Sacre Couer.


 Bravo Reggie!
 Bravo Hannah Magdalena!
 Bravo Britnie Emily!  This guy must make a fortune.


 The boys hold up the inverted pyramid in the carousel of the Louvre while Magdalena ponders what's under their feet.


 Our wonderful guide Katherine took us to many of the great works of art housed in the Louvre.  You can see just by this one Grand Gallery that the Louvre is huge.  So huge, in fact, that one of our kids lost her group!  Every year I give all the students "emergency" cards with my cell phone number on it and instructions in various languages that the student needs help and would like to call the phone number.  For the first time ever, someone got to use the card!  I got a phone call from a nice French man who then brought our missing student back to the group.  I don't want to embarrass anyone, so I won't mention who it was, but suffice to say that the student handled the situation really well and did exactly what she was supposed to do.  I'm sure Victoria won't get lost again.


 An artists pallete in the Louvre.


 Everyone jockeys for position to get a shot of La Joconde, or, as we know it, the Mona Lisa.  France was very fortunate that DaVinci brought this somewhat obscure painting with him when he was a guest of the French king.  Despite Vincenzo Peruggia's successful theft of the painting in 1911 (he said he wanted to "repatriate" it to DaVinci's home country of Italy), the Louvre got it back and it remains the most popular of all the thousands of works of art in the gallery.


 Andrew checks out the original Coronation of Napoleon.  The day before, we saw the second copy of it, which hangs in Versailles.


 Artists can apply for three month passes to copy great works of art in the Louvre.  They sell them to people who wish to have an actual painted reproduction rather than a print.


 Everywhere you look in the Louvre, you see something interesting.


 Venus de Milo, and her famous "attitude".


 On the steps of the great neoclassical secular temple, the Pantheon.


 A little down time to relax and enjoy a laugh.


 In front of the Pantheon.


 The Grande Arche is actually a huge office tower complex that is the workplace of about 30 000 people.  The elevator was closed, and there are no stairs for public use (too bad!).  For perspective, please note that the entire Notre Dame Cathedral of Paris could fit under the arche.


 It took Mr. Johnson awhile to frame this shot.


 Rens keeps the bus sparkling clean for us.


 On the Place de la Concorde.  The Egyptian government gave this 3300 year old obelisk to France as a gift in 1829.  It's hieroglyphics detail the reign of Ramses II.


 Enjoying the sun.  In their eyes.


 Contemplating the spot where the guillotine stood during the bloody and violent years of the French Revolution.


 One of the fountains on the Place de la Concorde.  In the background directly behind the street lamp is the Church of the Madeleine, with the inscription D.O.M.SVB.INVOC.S.M.MAGDALENA


 Catherine and James share a laugh.


 Enjoying each other's company.


 Going up the 284 steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe.


 A great Parisian perspective.  Note Andrew's lower right corner attempt to get into the picture...


 It's great to travel to Europe with your kid.  Dan and Josh, Mirella and Britnie, and Jessica all alone.


Under the impressive Arc de Triomphe as the day is coming to an end.  We were fortunate to see a short military parade celebrating a graduation from the École Militaire, which ended at the tomb of the unknown soldier of Verdun, directly under the arc.

Vimy Ridge

After leaving Belgium, we entered France, and then entered territory granted to Canada by the French government after the First World War - the 100 hectare park surrounding the Vimy Ridge monument.  The students got a short lesson on WW I, and specifically Canada's involvement in taking this strategic ridge held by the Germans for 3 years.  The monument is overwhelming in its physical size and its emotional weight.  I plan to bring Europe 2017 here for the 100th anniversary ceremony of the Battle of Vimy Ridge.

 Behind the Vimy monument.


 Morgan and Emma check their picture on the sandstone steps.

 Dan contemplates the monument.


 The "male mourner" flanking the rear stairs of the monument.


The purpose for the monument.


 Leaving with a new perspective on their country.


 Bunker in the trench system.


Calder, Mequel, and Joey explore the trench system.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Trois jours sous le soleil de Paris!

Nous sommes arrivés dans une superbe hier à Paris après un arrêt sur la crête de Vimy et le Château de Versailles. La tour Eiffel illuminée que nous montions c'est 1000 pieds pour une vue grandiose sur la ville des lumières. Trop fatigué pour publier des photos - peut-être ce soir!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Mmmmm.... The Land of Chocolate and Beauty


We are “In Bruges” (without Colin Farrell).  The group experienced their first stair climb (366 to the top of the bell tower), first Michaelangelo (Madonna in the Church of Our Lady), their first European parade (a bizarre “super heroes and Santa Claus” affair,  their first holy relic (a vial with the blood of Christ in it in the Basilica of the Holy Blood), and the great low-calorie food the Belgian are known for – waffles, pomme frites (Belgian fries), and chocolate (Dumon’s).  Madam Dumon and her daughter Nathalie were ready for us - in their tiny shop they also had Madame Dumon's 16 year old grandson working to serve our huge group.  Parents, expect some great chocolate when we get home.   Unless your kid eats it all over the next two weeks.
It was sunny, blue skies, beautiful!  We love Bruges!

 Above:  Looking cool in Bruges.


 Above:  Emma gets a photo of Michaelangelo's often-stolen Madonna of Bruges.


 They call Bruges "The Venice of the North" - I wish the gondolas in Venice took this many people through the canals there.


 In front of the city hall, next to the Basilica of the Holy Blood.


 Josh, letting down his hair.


 One of the many traffic jams going up the stairs of the bell tower.


 Wowwww Dad, don't embarass me.  Just kidding, Magdalena wouldn't say that.  On the top of the bell tower.  I'm loving having my oldest daughter along - I remember the little girl in grade 3 saying bye to me the first time I did this trip, and now, here she is!  Sometimes, I forget she's here though...  seriously!  Bad dad.


 Father and son!


 Poor Jesse fell off the bell tower.  Still has the energy to take a picture, just can't get up.


 This crazy lady grabbed my backpack and wouldn't let go.



 In front of the Provincial government house on Market Square.  Mrs. Mykle's brother, who lives in Amsterdam, met us here just to take this picture (so I would be in one of them).  You can see our group has a dark side.


 I've been missing my bike back at home - it's been two whole days - so I had to borrow this one and go for a spin.  I just barely missed decapitation by the spinning windmill blades.


 Under the statue of Bruge's favourite sons - Pieter de Coning and Jan Breydel, famous for slitting French spies' throats and starting the first successful peasants' uprising against nobility in the Middle Ages - the Battle of the Golden Spurs.  The knights went into battle against these peasants thinking it would be nothing, so they just wore their "dress" uniforms, including their golden spurs.  The peasants enjoyed melting down those golden spurs after slaughtering all the knights.

 Everywhere you turn in Bruges, you see beauty.  And chocolate made into all sorts of interesting shapes ( I couldn't post that picture due to Blogspot regulations).


Friday, March 18, 2011

Something New, Something Old


Our flight was a flight.  Leg cramps, head-bobbing attempts at sleeping, great food.  And we got to see Calgary.  Which, from the airport, looks like nothing but a few high rise office buildings.  Arriving in Frankfurt, at least one of the boys found that the juice box his mom had packed for him in his soft shell suitcase had been crushed and was leaking through the bag.  No big deal though – who doesn’t like to smell like juice?  That’s better than last year, when one of the guy’s suitcases didn’t show up for several days!

Something New

Wurzburg was a pleasant surprise – it was not too long ago that I decided this Franconian city would be our first stop.  Mr. Johnson and I have never been here before, so it is something new in that way. The main attraction here is the Residenz (palace), which is like a mini-Versailles – grand stair cases, big ball rooms, and even a hall of mirrors (OK, it’s much smaller – the guide actually called it a “cabinet” of mirrors).  We got to see Tiepolo’s enormous fresco (paint applied to fresh,  wet plaster) depicting the four known continents of the time – Europe, Africa, Asia, and America.  The guide expertly explained the symbolism in the painting.  He also explained that during WWII,  a lot of the palace, (and 80 % of the town) was destroyed in a British bombing raid that lasted only 20 minutes.  It created a devastating firestorm that wiped out everything in its path, and this old medieval town was basically just a few walls and foundations at the end of the war.   The Wurzburgers got busy rebuilding as soon as the war ended, so the majority of the city is actually “new” in this way as well.  In addition to the beautiful art and architecture, the students also enjoyed their first German pretzel in Wurzburg, a highlight for many I’m sure.

 Above:  53 Fundys in front of the 340 room Residenz.

 Above:  This would have made a great picture.


 Above:  Emma makes new friends in Europe easily.



 Above: Jacob knows what to do in the pews of St. Killian's Cathedral.

Something Old

Rens took us on a quiet ride (everyone was asleep!) to the Rhine River valley, and our final destination for the day – Bacharach.  Named after the Greek god of wine Bacchus, Bacharach made its medieval fortune in the wine trade, and it’s own local wines became special request orders for VIP’s around  Europe, most notably Pope Pious II.  Bacharach itself is quite a small, easy-to-walk town capped off by a grand medieval castle, which is where we are right now.  Burg Stahlek has been a youth hostel since the early 20th century, and what better place to spend your first night in Europe than sleeping in a castle?  

Above: Down at the river, looking up the hill to our home for the night.


 Above: Morgan and Mrs. Cook and new friend who resembles Mr. Cook?


 Above: One of the many beautiful old (1368!) half timber buildings of Bacharach.


 Above:  Blocking the work truck from moving.


 Above:  We love Europe! We love the bus!  We are soooo happy!


 Above:  We're happy at the front of the bus too.  Where's Mr. Johnson?


Monday, March 14, 2011

Upgraded

Just got word from Lake Bled, Slovenia, that we are being moved again this year from the 3* Hotel Savica to the lakeside 5* Grand Hotel Toplice. When we are there, you will notice a slight difference between this place and a youth hostel.  Nice.