Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Luxembourg, Land of Many Bridges

The Luxembourgish Flag
Feeling a little bored with Forbach and yearning to further explore our little corner of the globe, my roommate Meike and I ventured off to spend the weekend in the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg.  


Landlocked between France, Belgium and Germany, Luxembourg is one of the world's smallest sovereign states, covering an area just shy of 1000 square miles. (Along with Belgium and the Netherlands, Luxembourg makes up Europe's Benelux region.)  Its capital, Luxembourg City (where we stayed), is about 120 kilometers from Forbach and takes just under 2 hours to reach by train.  Run by a constitutional monarchy under the Grand Duke, the country is the world's last remaining grand duchy.


While the country itself may be small, it is quite a diverse place.   Due to its central location, Luxembourg has been controlled by many world powers throughout the centuries, serving as a Roman fortress, Frankish kingdom, and Spanish bastion, just to name a few.  Consequently, the nation is a melting pot for many cultures and is also officially trilingual, with Luxembourgish, French and German as national languages - although everyone there speaks English just fine too!

The Alzette River, encircling the Grund (Lower City)
Upon exiting the train station in Luxembourg, we could not believe how cold it was! It was definitely at least ten degrees colder here than in Forbach - I was kicking myself for not bringing a heavier scarf or gloves! I also hadn't known that the city is composed of two plateaus and a deep valley in between them, through which the wind certainly whips.  Needless to say my first souvenir purchase was a thick pair of fuzzy gloves!

A memorial statue to Duchess Charlotte
We didn't have much of an agenda for our weekend besides visiting a few museums, but when we arrived on Saturday, we learned that it was opening day for the Marchés de Noël, the traditional German-inspired Christmas markets that pop up every year.  This was a nice surprise, as the markets have lots of delicious fresh-cooked food to offer at prices that won't break the bank, helping to keep costs down and make for a relatively inexpensive weekend stay.

Christmas food at the markets with a German/Luxembourgish flair
We did splurge on one meal - a delicious tarte flambée covered with bacon, onions, potatoes and various Alpine cheeses...miam miam!
We stumbled upon the city's cathedral and took advantage of a free organ concert - as well as a much needed break from the cold weather! The church was filled with gorgeously carved columns and vibrant stained glass windows, as well as a pipe organ that could literally knock your socks off - quite a pleasure to behold. 
Inside the cathedral
Beautiful stained glass windows adorn the walls behind the altar
Venturing back outside into the cold, we took a stroll by the Royal Palace and continued along the remnants of the city's old fortress walls, making our way down into the Grund (Lower City) to the Museum of Natural History - free with a student ID (even with expired ones, apparently!).  While it didn't hold a candle to similar museums in New York and DC, the eclectic collection of taxidermied wildlife, fossils, and even live stick-bug exhibits gave us a reason to escape the howling wind for an hour or so!

The Royal Palace
Walking along the old fortress walls
Houses along the Alzette River in the Grund (Lower City)
Meike and I spent the evening at the city's various Christmas markets which definitely put me in the holiday spirit! As you wander among the little log cabins selling locally-produced cheese and sausage, hand-crafted ornaments, thick sweaters made from the finest Luxembourgish wool, and anything else you might imagine, you can join throngs of people crowded around bonfires to warm up as you drink a glass of vin chaud (hot mulled wine), munch on some spaetzle with cheese and locally-sourced bacon...and listen to The Jackson 5 singing American Christmas tunes which are blasted from multiple speakers in every square. Quite the experience!
Meike near one of the more festive vin chaud vendors
La Grande Roue - most big cities have a Ferris wheel during the Christmas season
The next day, we decided to check out the Musée Draï Eechelen ("Museum of the Three Acorns" in Luxembourgish) which showcases the history of the city's fortresses throughout the millenia.  As I mentioned earlier, the city is spread across two plateaus, a deep valley, some forests, a river...the list goes on. According to our map, the fortress/museum appeared to be pretty close to the historic city center that we'd been exploring the day before, so we figured it'd be no big deal to walk over to the fort. 

Gorgeous views from our stroll along the city's defensive walls
Had someone informed me I'd have to shimmy down the twisting path from the upper city to the valley, follow a winding road along the river, go on a hike through the woods up a steep/muddy path and cross multiple sketchy bridges spanning vast crevasses in the forest, I might have thought twice about heading all the way over there...our 2D map failed to mention the vast elevation changes and woodland strolls! It was another chilly day, so at least our hike helped warm us up and gave us a chance to get some fresh forest air.

Luxembourg, home of modern highway bridges...
...ancient viaducts (now used for trains), and every other sort of bridge imaginable!
In any case, when we finally made it out of the woods and up to the museum, we were treated to an amazing view of the city! You're able to walk through the maze of old defensive walls, moats and tunnels leading to the main fortress where the museum is located inside the old blockhouse, the heavily fortified structure from which defenders could fire at their enemies.

We made it! Standing atop the fortress walls with a view of the city behind me
The museum was free for students (seriously, hold on to your old/expired college IDs and try to use them wherever possible, they can save you so much money!) and had an impressive collection of cannons, guns, swords, armor and even the city guillotine - its shining blade hanging precariously above all those walking below.

One of the three acorn-shaped towers belonging to the Museum
Meike and I had worked up quite an appetite after our early-morning wilderness excursion, so retracing our steps, we made it back to the Upper City on the other side of the valley, deciding to swing by the Christmas markets one more time to grab some lunch...and more hot wine of course! 

The Grund as seen from atop the city walls
Vin chaud - it even came in a festive boot-shaped mug!
I also made a delicious culinary discovery during our trip: Lebkuchen! These mouth-watering delicacies are spice cakes half covered in dark chocolate, half sugar glazed, and typical of German-influenced Christmas markets found in Eastern France and other countries sharing a border with Germany. (I was excited to find them in the supermarket here in Forbach upon my return to France.) Once again, my quest to be adventurous and try any local food encountered on my travels pays off!  And speaking of food, Thanksgiving's tomorrow...I'm whipping up a feast for my fellow language teaching assistants who are German and British, we'll see what they think of Turkey and pumpkin pie!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Carte de Séjour: Check!

Last week, I had to make a trip up to Metz to pay OFII (L’Office Français de l’Immigration et de l’Intégration, the French Bureau of Immigration and Integration) a visit in order to finalize my visa.  But of course, since this is France and they love bureaucracy here, it wasn't just as simple as that.

When you apply for a French visa, you have to begin the process of registering with OFII as well - you fill out a form with all your passport & visa info and then bring it with you to France.  After you arrive in France, you need to fill out the second part of the form which lists your French address, and then you mail it in to the authorities.  Whenever they get around to it, the government will schedule you a medical visit at the nearest OFII office, and then it's up to you to drop everything and show up when they say so.  Sometimes it happens that the OFII visits get scheduled when you have to work, or when you're visiting a foreign land on vacation - but that doesn't matter to the government, because if you fail to show up for your appointments, you essentially become an illegal resident of France.  


Thankfully, my appointment got scheduled on a Wednesday (one of my days off!), which alleviated a lot of stress for me - no need to rearrange my schedule!  But still, getting to Metz for my 8:30am appointment meant hopping on a train at 6:35am and making the hour-long trek up to Metz, arriving only to learn that the one bus I needed to catch had just pulled away from the station...

The immigration visit has two parts: first, you go to the radiology suite at a hospital to get a chest x-ray, and then you go to the OFII office for the rest of your medical exam.  My x-ray was scheduled for 8:30am, meaning that I only had one shot to catch the bus to the hospital before I'd have to walk all the way there.  And as finding the one bus stop I needed among the rush-hour crowds gathered around the 10 other tramway/bus stops that arrive in front of the train station took longer than anticipated...I watched the C11 bus roll right past me - not a great way to start my already stressful morning!

Thankfully, I had planned ahead and printed out a map and some Google directions in case I got stuck walking to the hospital.  They sure came in handy when I found myself running down the sidewalk next to the bus, hoping I'd be able to keep up with it until it came to the next stop...and of course I had no such luck! Out came my map, and I began an arduous 3 kilometer speed-walk to the hospital. Did I mention it was raining? And I now only had 35 minutes to make it there on time? 

With cramped up legs, toting my messenger bag filled with all sorts of visa paperwork, sweaty and holding an umbrella, I must have been quite the hot mess when I bumbled into the radiology clinic at 8:25am - with 5 minutes to spare, no less!  I was pleasantly surprised to find 9 other English teaching assistants there as well, so we were able to chat about our anxieties together.  

I had heard horror stories about the x-ray portion of the day: the general idea was that you're led into an exam room, told to strip from the waist up, given nothing to cover yourself up with (i.e. hospital gown) and then led topless down a long hallway filled with various passersby to the room where the x-ray machines are - not quite my idea of a good time!  Thankfully, this was false information; you were brought into a little dressing room, removed your clothes and then quickly stepped into an adjoining room with no one else but a nurse to have the x-ray done. So much less stressful than anticipated!  X-ray in hand, I left the hospital with one of the other teaching assistants and we took the bus back downtown for our next appointment, scheduled for 10:00.  

Tada!
I relished the 12 minute bus ride back to the train station, grateful that I didn't have to trudge through the rain again! We arrived with plenty of time to spare, so we had time to grab a hot chocolate and a delicious pastry at a cute little salon de thé before heading across the street to the OFII building.  The OFII visit was comprised of 3 different interviews: one with a doctor who checks your chest x-ray for TB, asks if you smoke and listens to your heart; the next with a nurse who takes your height and weight and checks your eyesight, and the third with someone who prints your carte de séjour (French residency permit) and affixes it in your passport.  My visa alone is only good for 3 months without the carte de séjour, so in order to stay in France for the length of my 8-month contract, the OFII visit is mandatory.

Short of mailing in my Social Security paperwork in order to obtain a French social security number and be able take advantage of the country's wonderful socialist health care system, I'm pretty much finished with French bureaucratic matters (I hope!).  It only took 2 months and 72 Euro ($98) to get my birth certificate translated...ugh. The hoops you have to jump through here to get anything accomplished are ridiculous, but I'm hoping that from here on out I'm home free!

Centre Pompidou - Metz
My day in Metz wasn't a complete headache, though.  I got to check out the Centre Pompidou - Metz, a branch of the Pompidou museum of modern art in Paris, for free since I'm under 26 (why can't the US give amazing benefits to its young citizens as well?!), and then I met up with my roommate for a day of shopping in the city.  And to top it all off, I now have an awesome chest x-ray to add to my collection of random souvenirs acquired in Europe...

Marcel Duchamp's "Bicycle Wheel" (1913)

Thursday, November 7, 2013

La Toussaint - Part 2


Next stop: Spain? Not quite.

Have you ever heard people talk about how amazing the city of Narbonne, France is? 

Wait...you haven't? Can't say I'm entirely surprised! Kasey, Eric and I got to take a little side trip here on our way down to Spain and were less than impressed...

Backtrack to Tuesday the 22nd. The three of us arrive at the Toulouse train station about 40 minutes before our train was scheduled to leave - apparently this wasn't quite enough time.  I stood guard over everyone's bags while Eric and Kasey went to go get their tickets printed (along with about 30 other people who were ahead of them), and thanks to a variety of factors, but mostly the fact that the man at the counter printed the wrong ticket for Eric, we stood at the platform and waved as our train pulled out of the station.

So, we all got to get back in line and explain what just happened to a different ticket agent - he was extremely patient and after about 40 minutes we all had refunds for the portions of our voyage to Spain that we hadn't used yet and got new tickets to get us there later that day.  Originally, we were slated to take a train from Toulouse to Narbonne, have a 20 minute layover, then take a train from Narbonne to Figures Vilafant in Spain, and finally take a regional train from Figures to Girona. Well, we ended up with the same itinerary, but our 20 minute stop in Narbonne was now stretched out to 6 hours!! [Here's my map again so you can see where this was all taking place!]

Narbonne: Never Again!
Trying to be optimistic, we decided it was ok because we'd be able to see yet another city during our vacation - we were going to be stuck there anyways, so why not properly check out the city?  So, weighed down with all of our luggage, that's exactly what we did.

The fifth train of our trip got us to Narbonne.  After killing an hour and a half at a restaurant with some paninis and sangria (and listening to the bartender hack up a lung all throughout our lunch), we trudged down what appeared to be the main road towards the center of town.  Thankfully we stumbled upon the Cathedral of St. Just and St. Pasteur which conveniently had a nice little park just outside its cloister where we sat in the cool, blustery weather for another couple hours.  Eventually venturing inside the cloister and further inside the church itself, I was entertained for a little while at least, admiring the beautiful architecture all the while.

If it had been a nice sunny day and we had been able to scale a neighboring building to get a good view of the cathedral, this would have been it! (But it wasn't, so we didn't...)

Begun in 1272, this church is famous for never being completed - only the choir (the area immediately surrounding the altar) has been built.  You can imagine how large and impressive the entire thing would have been had it actually been completed.
The side of the cathedral with the unfinished transept

Inside the cloister
The Wall of Thanks inside the cathedral
At least there were pretty windows to look at!
The church is celebrated for its grand organ, an impressive sight to behold
Just in time for Halloween?
We ate some snacks in the little park by the church and then once again hefted our bags all the way back to the train station - bound and determined not to miss our train, we got there an hour and a half before we were scheduled to leave. We were sure in for a treat when we spent the next hour sitting in the world's most depressing, run-down waiting room you could ever imagine! Needless to say, when the train to Spain finally pulled up, we were the first ones to get on.

The building we got to stare at while we spent hours waiting in the park by the church - at least it was pretty!
An hour later we arrived at Figures Vilafant and hopped on our sixth train to Girona, which thankfully was only a mere 13 minute ride away.  Exhausted and hungry, we checked into our hostel and quickly found a traditional Catalunyan restaurant. (Catalunya is a very distinct region of northern Spain with its own language and Barcelona as its capitol. There's a strong movement here for Catalunya to secede from Spain and become its own autonomous entity, but that's another story...)

Both Kasey and Eric speak basic Spanish, but that was of little help to us at this restaurant where the menu was entirely in Catalan - similar to Spanish but essentially a whole different animal.  Thankfully, our waiter was super friendly and literally explained the entire menu to us in English.  After settling on a few traditional dishes and a pitcher of sangria, we were finally able to have a relaxing end to a stressful day!

Part of my Catalunyan dinner: a hearty, spicy beef and vegetable stew
Ever eager to travel, we decided to get up early again the next morning and take a day trip to Barcelona.  Located only 100 kilometers from Girona (about 60 miles) and costing only 15 euros round-trip, we figured if we'd already come this far, it was worth visiting.  So back to the train station we went, boarding the train once again for a 90 minute journey south through the picturesque Spanish countryside.

Hola Barcelona! The view from Parc Güell
Upon our arrival, we quickly sought out the tourism office in order to get our hands on a map of the city so we could cram as many sights into our day trip as possible.  We lucked out weather-wise during our entire two-week trip, but in Barcelona the thermometer topped out close to 80 with a bit of humidity - perfect for soaking up some sun!

Plaça de Catalunya

Not to far from the tourism office at Plaça de Catalunya are Las Ramblas, a tree-lined pedestrian mall stretching over a kilometer in length. Vendors selling everything from daily newspapers, birds, flowers, souvenirs, food and art punctuate the strip, and after a few minutes of walking we came to Barcelona's famous covered market, La Boqueria.  This extremely crowded and lively venue is host to a wide variety of food products - butchers, fishmongers, fruit and vegetable stands, fresh cheese and eggs, deli meats...you name it, they have it! It's a great place to find a quick, delicious, and cheap lunch. After a quick pita filled with roasted veggies and a glass of fresh-squeezed mango & coconut juice (best thing ever!), I was re-invigorated and ready to do some more exploring!

Produce vendors peddling their wares - including delicious juice!
Artfully displayed figs
Seafood anyone? Caught fresh daily from the Mediterranean Sea
Ice-cold mango coconut juice: tastiest purchase ever!
Art history lovers such as myself will know that Barcelona is quite the cultural hub - Spanish architect Antoni Gaudí has left a big mark on the city.  Next up: a trip to Parc Güell, the tropical park built along the side of El Carmel hill.  
Antoni Gaudí, master Art Nouveau sculptor and architect
Covering 42 acres with architectural elements by Gaudí, the ensemble is considered to be one of Europe's largest architectural structures and is listed as part of the "Works of Gaudí" UNESCO World Heritage Sites. 
Tropical foliage along El Carmel hill
The park was constructed between 1900 and 1914, focusing around a long, mosaic-covered serpentine bench on the park's main terrace, evoking the form of a sea monster. Interestingly enough, it is rumored that Gaudí got a model to sit in wet clay and used the form of her butt to create the sinuous, super comfortable form of his benches...to each his own?

Enjoying the sunshine on Gaudi's benches
The park's famous entrance, with a view of the Mediterranean in the background
Parc Güell's entrance is flanked by two "gingerbread houses" that help to set the whimsical tone for the garden. Gaudí even sculpted the walls which support the terrace in the form of palm trees with specific niches created among them for birds to build nests in. You can't help but notice the shrill squawk and green flashes of the parrots who live in the park as they fly from palm tree to palm tree!

Palm trees and parrots!
We climbed up to the park's highest point to get an amazing view of the city, but in order to do that we had to scale a rather frightening rock formation.  The steps rotated around the outside of this cylindrical monument and couldn't have been more than 8 inches wide, with no railing and imminent broken legs awaiting you if you happened to slip off the side.  The 6 foot square platform at the top with 20 tourists crammed together (again, with no railing) was even more sketchy, but the views were worth it! (Refer to the panorama near the beginning of the Barcelona section of this post!) After snapping a few quick photos we hastily made our way back down to the ground.

View from the top!
Just a little windy up here!
Our last major stop before heading back to Girona for the night was the infamous Sagrada Familia basilica.  Another masterpiece by Gaudí, construction on the church began in 1882, combining traditional Gothic architecture with the newly emerging curvilinear forms of the Art Nouveau style.  Only a quarter of the project was realized during Gaudí's lifetime, and as its construction relies solely on private donations, progress has been anything but quick.  When rebutting criticism about the painfully slow headway being made on the building, Gaudí supposedly remarked "My client [God] is not in a hurry."  Recent estimates propose a date of completion somewhere around the year 2036...

Sagrada Familia
Three façades for the church were originally planned: the Nativity, the Passion, and the Glory (which has yet to be realized). The oldest side of the church is the one sheltering the Nativity, whose construction has been the most directly influenced by the hand of Gaudí, while the Passion side is more recent and had to be based off of the few remnants of plans left behind by the architect which survived the Spanish Civil War and attacks by Catalunyan anarchists.  The Passion façade is the most famous and is distinguished by its melted wedding cake appearance. Newer additions to the church are easily spotted due to their fresher, brighter, non-weathered appearance, as opposed to the darker polluted-looking stone of the older constructions.

The Nativity façade
The Passion Façade, ever under construction
Details from the Passion Façade
Eric, Kasey and I were content with just viewing the exterior of the church - the 21.50€ entrance fee seemed a little steep, especially to see a building that's not even done being built yet. That being said, I can appreciate that the admission fees go towards the continued construction of the church, but I think I'll save that expense for a future visit. Here's a peek at what the ceiling inside looks like...

Designed by Gaudi, the pillars are meant to echo tree trunks reaching high up to the forest canopy
Aside from a little souvenir shopping, that pretty much wrapped up our day trip to Barcelona.  Although it was a last-minute decision to go, I'm really happy we went and would love to make a return visit someday as the city has lots more to offer - the Olympic Stadium and Village, numerous museums, a beach along the Mediterranean...

One of Girona's many narrow cobblestone streets
After our train back to Girona, we were in search of a traditional Spanish tapas restaurant for dinner and asked the receptionist at our hostel for suggestions.  She referred us to her favorite place, El Didal ("The Thimble," in Catalan), tucked away on a cobblestone street behind the city's cathedral.  We scored a great table outside on the terrace and enjoyed a pitcher of sangria and quite the spread of tapas, which are small plates of appetizers to share, including patatas bravas (fried potato cubes with spicy aioli sauce), calamari fresh from the Mediterranean with a drizzle of lemon juice, puff pastries bursting with scallops and asparagus, biscuits topped with slices of chorizo, the list goes on...


It was all going so well until a bizarre encounter with a woman we thought was our waitress landed us inside the restaurant-turned-sex-shop, where we found ourselves being painted with erotic chocolate sauce, covered in edible fairy dust, tickled with feathers and being playfully whipped...in front of other diners...while they were trying to enjoy their dinner. Needless to say it was an awkward and bizarre, yet hilarious encounter and will live in infamy as one of our unforgettable memories of Spain!

La catedral de Girona
Once again, we had amazing weather for our last day in Girona - we took full advantage of the warm, sunny day to explore the city a little better before our evening train back to France.  Situated at the confluence of 4 rivers - the Ter, Onyar, Galligants and Güell - Girona is home to the gorgeous cases de l'Onyar, "river houses," reminding me slightly of Florence. Their warm, typically Spanish colors give the city a vibrant hue that contrasts brilliantly against the blue sky and its reflection off the rivers.

River houses over the Onyar
More cases and the city's Cathedral
Girona's old city is surrounded by fortifications originally erected in the 1st century BC by the Romans to protect the settlement from invaders. Rebuilt again in the 14th century, the walls and guard towers still stand today, and visitors can walk along the top to get some excellent panoramic views of Girona - so of course we did just that!

The Great Wall of...Girona?
Speaking of panoramic views...

Looking into the city of Girona
Looking away from the city into the Spanish countryside
The views from the fortifications are simply breath-taking.  Clear blue skies stretch above the city and back to the Pyrenees as far as the eye can see. And when looking over the back side of the wall, the viewer is afforded an unrestricted view of the wild, cactus-covered countryside.

Soaking up the sunshine high atop a look-out tower
So many cacti!
"The three best friends that anyone could have..."
Pretty flowers!
Eric and Kasey on the Wall
Omnipresent Catalunyan flags display strong regional pride
Next stop: Nîmes! Later that night we boarded our umpteenth train en route back to France.  Eric had invited us to stay at his place in Nîmes, located in southern France, as our travels into Spain had brought us down that way anyways.  A settlement known as Nemausus during Roman times, Nîmes was founded by Julius Caesar as a colony for retired veterans - though archaeological studies have shown that communities had already formed in the area beginning around 4000 BC.  After serving as a soldier for 15 years during Caesar's military campaigns along the Nile in Egypt, he gave his veterans parcels of land to cultivate here beside the Via Domitia, a Roman road linking Italy and Spain.  

The seal of Nîmes depicts a crocodile chained to a palm tree, representative of the Roman Emperor Augustus' victory over Marc Antony and Cleopatra's fleet on the Nile in 31 BC
I was fortunate enough to have made a brief visit to Nîmes back in 2008 during a vacation through France, visiting the nearby Pont du Gard aqueduct and quickly passing through the city, but I was elated to have a second chance to discover the city more deeply, as I had closely studied its cultural and historical facets in various art history classes during college. It always feels good to put what you learned to good use!

At Pont du Gard (2008)
Eric lives in a house with a woman and her 12 year-old son, and upon arriving at their home I was very excited to discover that they had a cat! Although it might sound strange at first, sometimes I miss my pets more than people at home - at least you can call/text/Skype with the people you miss, but try as I might to train my cats to be tech-savvy, I don't really have a way to connect with them when I'm thousands of miles from home! Needless to say, the cat at Eric's house (who doesn't have a name) got lots of attention from me during our stay!

My cute little furry friend at Eric's
Equally exciting, we had a gourmet lunch of moules-frites (mussels & fries) with some top-notch scenery - les Arènes de Nîmes! I developed a love for mussels during my travels through France, and when they're steamed in a mix of white wine, cream, onions and garlic, you can't really go wrong. Top it all off with a heaping plate of salty french fries and you've got yourself a delicious meal.  

Kasey and I, eager to dig in to our steaming pots of mussels
Mussels so fresh from the sea we found seashells and seaweed in our pots
After stuffing ourselves with seafood, we headed across the street to take a tour of les Arènes.  Constructed by the Romans in 70 AD, the amphitheater encloses an elliptical space 435 feet long by 330 feet wide, capable of holding a staggering 16,300 spectators. And while much larger Roman arenas still stand, the one here in Nîmes is considered to be the best preserved of them all. In Roman times the space hosted everything from gladiatorial battles to public executions, serving as one of the city's major entertainment venues. The arena is still used today, although the modern spectacles held here (concerts, bullfights, and other public events) are slightly less gruesome.

Les Arènes de Nîmes
Inside the amphitheater
We were on a Roman ruins kick, so we headed over to Les Jardins de la Fontaine to check out La Tour Magne, the sole remains of the ancient Augustan fortifications that once surrounded Nîmes. What a view from the top!

La Tour Magne
Hello Nîmes!
Also inside the Jardins de la Fontaine are remnants of the mysterious Roman Temple of Diana.  Not much is known about its function or the origin of its name, though some say it once served as the Roman town library. Regardless, it is quite well-preserved and features intricate architectural carvings.
  
Le Temple de Diane
We went over to Eric's friend's apartment that night, and for some reason the three of us serendipitously changed into matching outfits.  Normally, we would never leave the house looking this ridiculous, but we thought it was pretty funny so we just went with it - and got a few strange looks and comments from passersby along the way!

"Are you all going to a color party?"
The last thing left on my list of "Things to See in Nîmes" was La Maison Carrée (literally "The Square House").  Constructed in 16 BC under Agrippa and dedicated to his two sons (who became the adopted sons of the Emperor Augustus), this building draws on the temples of Apollo and Mars Ultor located in Rome and is the best-preserved temple found anywhere in the territory of the former Roman Empire. The Maison Carrée has served many functions throughout the centuries, acting as a stable, church, consular house and even an apartment.  Today, visitors can enter the structure's small interior space (formerly home to a shrine) to view a 3D film about the history of Nîmes.

La Maison Carrée
The deep front porch, or pronaos, is nearly a third the length of the building, and the intricately sculpted Corinthian columns bring a regal air to the structure. Newly restored, the Maison Carrée's bright and gleaming stonework certainly steals the spotlight. 

Above the columns, holes for pegs which held bronze letters forming the building's inscription are visible. Deciphered in 1758, the inscription is said to have read (in translation) "To Gaius Caesar, son of Augustus, Consul; To Lucius Caesar, son of Augustus, Consul designate; to the Princes of Youth."
Amazing sculpture has withstood the tests of time

It was time to say good-bye to Nîmes and head back to Paris to spend our last couple day of vacation in the City of Light.  After all of our adventures in new places, it was nice to be back "at home" in a city with which you're very familiar and don't need to rely on a map to find your way around.  Eric and I got to spend a couple nights with Kasey in her apartment, and then headed back to our former host family's house to stay there for our last two nights.  

Hôtel de Ville in Paris
[At the risk of sounding like a Parisian snob, I'll say that I didn't do very much that was noteworthy in Paris...ate falafel at my favorite restaurant, went to a movie, strolled down the Champs-Elysées, went to a couple parks, walked around by the Eiffel Tower, the usual...] Although Eric and I did go to the Parc aux Buttes Chaumont, a peaceful park in the 19th arrondissement which I had never been to before, and I played tour guide for one of Kasey's friends from home who was visiting one day while she was at work.

L'Arc de Triomphe
As much as I love to travel, after living out of a suitcase for 13 days and taking a total of 14 trains (never mind the countless journeys on various metros and buses), I was exhausted and couldn't have been happier to return to the sleepy little town of Forbach and finally sleep in my own bed again! I got back on Halloween, and tired as I was, I still mustered up enough energy to carve the pumpkin I had bought before vacation - I couldn't totally skip over Halloween!

Cimitière de Montparnasse right before Halloween & La Toussaint (All Saint's Day)
Happy Halloween! 

My next vacation's not until Christmastime, but I can't wait to find out where my travels will take me then!