On our first day of sight seeing in Paris we visited the Lourve to look at all the art work and the especially the Mona Lisa. We caught the train into the centre of Paris getting out at the Lourve train station on the M1 line. It was cold and the queue to get into the Lourve was long but not as long as it could have been judging from the queueing lanes setup outside the Glass Pyramid in the Lourve courtyard.
The art work was big really big in most halls but the Mona Lisa was only small and I don’t really see what all the fuss is about.
There were lots of the statue’s and artefacts from ancient times in every room and court yard. But it was Napoleon Bonaparte’s apartment on one end of the Lourve that I liked the most. He certainly had a very grand apartment.
Anyhow during our first day in Paris we heard one or two sirens but didn’t see may police or other security people.
Day two, mum and dad were taking us into the Louvre again to walk down the Champs-Élysées. A famous street here in Paris. As we travelled in to the centre of Paris mum told us that there had been a report of shooting in Paris. It’s great having a mum so connected to social media. Mum and Dad didn’t seem that worried about it so we didn’t get off the train and go home.
When we arrived at the station and walked down to the Seine to look at the love bridges. A bridge with heaps of padlocks all over it. We could hear lots of sirens and saw a few police cars fly past. We walked back up into the Lourve courtyard to start our walk to the Arc de Triomphe where we was several patrols of military people carrying big guns and wearing camouflage uniforms.
The sounds of sirens and the flash or police and ambulance lights followed us all the way to the Arc de Triomphe and even as we view Paris from the top of the Arc we could see police lights and hear sirens in all direction. By now Mum told us that a major shooting had happened at the office of Charlie Hebdo magazine and several people had been shoot.
On Friday the ninth of January I turned 13 and the terrorists lost their life in a two gun battles nearby. At about the same time I was shooting the rest of my family in a game of laser tag. Seb and I owned everyone in the first round but Mum whipped us all in the second round and boy did she rub it in.
On the following Sunday we had tickets to go up the Eiffel Tower but when we arrived we couldn’t climb the tower because it was closed. It was closed from 1:pm to 6:30pm and we had ticket to go up the tower at 3:00pm. The signs all over the booking offices said the Eiffel tower was closed for the Je Suis Charlie march. That was happening a few kilometres away.
Mum said it was historical day in Paris and probably a historic day for the world and that we should join the march. I wasn’t so certain because dad said they probably closed the Eiffel tower as a precaution against further terrorism attacks. He might have been right because there were many police and several military patrols walking around the tower.
Anyhow mum won out and we walked to the Arc de Triomphe to try and find the march. It wasn’t there so we caught a couple of trains to the Nation station and walked up to the street to find thousands of people quietly standing around and clapping people arriving at the square.
A sad time in Paris but one that will go down in history and one I’ll certainly remember.