Versailles |
St Bede’s ‘Do Paris’ …. Day 2, Sunday 24th Oct
Our first full day in Paris dawned bright and clear, especially in the 14th Arondissiment, where we Happy Campers from St Bede’s had laid our weary heads overnight. All were ‘present and correct’ at the hotel’s buffet type breakfast serving at 8 am sharp. Even though there was not a ‘Full English” in sight and some unaccustomed meats and cheeses were on offer, we all seemed to be well satisfied and tucked in accordingly.
After a brief bus tour of the City, we arrived at the Church of St George, situated near to the Geographic centre of Paris, L’ Arc De Triomphe, just in time for the Morning Mass. St George’s is the main Anglican Church in Paris, and we were led into a large subterranean Chapel constructed ( or so it seemed at first glance) entirely of bricks. Altar, Reredos, domed roof, supported by slender pillars and the floor, were all made of a deep red brick giving the whole place a solid and reassuring feel. Concelebrated Sung High Mass began with a small but tuneful choir aided by an organ and string ensemble. Not for the first time I was struck by similarity of the Form and Order of Mass to that which I am more accustomed to in the Roman Church. A very welcome drink in the refectory on the upper floor followed, then it was off on our travels again with the exciting destination of Versailles ahead of us.
The ornate Palace of the Sun King turned out to be just too popular for our tastes,long, long queues at all points, so on arrival we decided just to go as far as the gold leafed gates and railings and content ourselves with the photos in the guidebooks. As my little digital camera had seriously malfunctioned en route, I was left with the built in camera on my phone. Not ideal, but enough to capture some decent pictures to place on my Blog.
Strolling on into Versailles in warm
sunshine we stopped to look inside the local parish Church. Later we found a little restaurant and dined quite well on a veal and ham pie and assorted vegetables. Answers to couple of French Language questions from Fr. R’s ongoing quiz, were discovered during a halting conversation with the Restaurant owner’s son. He went to tremendous lengths with his i Phone to translate our answers.
An early return to the hotel to allow those who were going to the ‘Paradis D’Amour” night club to get their glad rags on, also allowed those who like me, enjoy a mid afternoon snooze, to have plenty of time to themselves. When we first looked at the cost of this extra, Marjorie and I both thought it was a bit on the pricey side. But after checking with my cousin Helen, who had been a few years ago with her late husband, and was determined to go again, we decided to lash out and go. We’re very glad that we did. At £78.00 each it was expensive, but worth every penny.
Although a little cramped (squeezed shoulder to shoulder and facing your partner across long narrow tables, stretching the length of the main auditorium) we soon realized that the idea was that you took up as little space as possible. The meal started with a selection of Hors D’Oeuvres and a free half bottle of wine, served up by a person who looked a bit like Julian Clary. Whilst he was mincing around, others of a more acceptable appearance (waitresses wearing less make up than our Julian,) served up the main course… Chicken with veg. It all went down well helped by the ‘free’ wine.
An attractive young lady began circulating taking ‘happy snaps’ with a very serious looking camera. The results were on offer later and I have to say that they were very respectable. Long ago, far away and definitely pre - digital age, I made a fair amount of Pin Money doing the same thing in and around Army camps.
The lights then dimmed and all attention was turned to a large white screen, which was descending from above. The show then started with film clips of old Paris ending in a ‘still’ which was then enlivened by real people on stage.. a tableaux of brightly lit dancing girls, high kicking and posing with feathers and frills, plus of course, a couple of obligatory ‘saucy’ nudes….. It was very pretty if a little ‘sanitized’
An MC introduced the acts with the usual razzmatazz in an accent which you could cut with a knife. The best of these could be classed as circus acts. All young men and all highly talented. A very laid back juggler, an absolutely incredible uni -cycle act and the finale was a hair raising trapeze artiste. His ‘mount’, at the start of his act, was to ascend a vertical rope with a one handed climb. Starting from the very centre of the auditorium he very slowly, demonstrating breathtaking strength, gripped the rope between his thighs, kept his legs parallel with the floor and languorously reached upwards with his right hand, gripped the rope in his palm and then slowly and seemingly effortlessly, ascended, foot by foot, to a trapeze, suspended from a sturdy looking steel gantry, half hidden in darkness above him.
His act, which consisted of an astounding series of twirls, and tumbles in which he oscillated wildly above our heads, held everyone’s rapt attention.
His finale could be truly called hair raising! He swung himself up to a tiny ledge high above and to one side of the proscenium arch and then gripping a single rope, simply swung across to the diagonally opposite position, clearing our heads by scant inches! He did this four or five times bringing screams of fear and delight from the audience.
More frothy dances and songs brought the show to an end and a well-deserved standing ovation.
Dorothy Helen & Marjorie Auditioning for next performance? |
Outside once more in the clear cold air of a Parisian night we airily discussed plans to go ‘clubbing’ but in reality it was back to the hotel to have a nightcap and then retire gracefully to bed!
To Be Continued….