Tag: paris

  • Europe Trip Journal – Entry 29: Prepare for Reentry

    Today I got up a bit earlier than yesterday, meaning I had to actually pay for breakfast again ;). Unfortunately the coffee was already running out, so I only got a single cup which had to do it. Milk was also empty, so no cereals this time. Well, there was yogurt as a worthy replacement.

  • Europe Trip Journal – Entry 28: The Above and the Beneath

    In retrospect I realize that during my trip I have made lots of photos of churches and cathedrals, even though I’m not a religious person. I believe that many problems of society are directly or indirectly caused by religious fanaticism, ideology and authoritarianism, hence I’m not a big fan. My philosophy is that if you need someone else – like a book – to tell you how to be a good human, you are not a good human. However, you cannot NOT be in impressed by the massive scales of cathedrals built hundreds of years ago. These architectural masterpieces stand testament to the fact that religion can also excel humanity, even though it may only be a side effect of exercising power.

  • Europe Trip Journal – Entry 27: Oh Champs-Élysées

    Yesterday I had some breakfast in my hostel and after that I took the metro to the Châtelet station which is close to the Seine. When I was in Paris near the start of my trip (which is almost 4 weeks ago at this point) I had walked down the riverside path of the Seine and therefore had missed some points of interest that lay behind the quay wall.

  • Europe Trip Journal – Entry 2: Away-From-Home-Office

    Today I followed the advice of some friends and checked out places they recommended. First I went to visit the Notre Dame, which is unfortunately currently closed for visitors to enter. So instead everyone had to gaze at it from behind a construction fence.

  • Europe Trip Journal – Entry 1: Vertigo

    When I arrived at Gare du Nord, Paris welcomed me perhaps a bit rejective. I had the feeling the city knew that I was the stranger. The people rushed by, not caring about me and the only people that approached me were beggars asking for money. So I was a bit lost, wandering through the streets that felt as if they would arrogantly ignore me.