Skip to main content

La Conciergerie

Salut! Today was pretty low-key since I was exhausted from yesterday's grand adventure at Versailles. I had class in the morning and we got a new teacher. She seems very nice, but Stacey and I agreed that we miss last week's teacher, Laurent. Our new teacher's name is Christine and she has a good sense of humor. She also doesn't speak a lick of English, so communication has been interesting. It is good though, because I am forced to frantically search through my dictionary to find out what she is saying. I've used that bad-boy more today than I have the entire trip! I guess last week was the dipping the toe in the pool; this week is the cannon ball!!!
After class, we hopped on the metro and made our way to St. Michel (I've decided that this is my favorite area and would buy an apartment here if I could!). It is near the Seine, Notre Dame, and our destination, the Conciergerie. Before we went touring, we grabbed a fantastic sandwich from the shop I remembered so fondly from last year. I had really hyped up this place to Stacey and was worried that maybe I remembered it more fondly than it actually was, and that she would think it tasted like every other sandwich we've eaten. But, she said it was the best sandwich she's had here, and mine was as fabulous as I remembered! Whew! The fact that we ate them while sitting on the steps overlooking the Seine only made them taste better...
Lunch Along the Seine...Très Magnifique ! (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
We went into the Conciergerie, which used to be a palace. During the 15th century, the royal family moved into the Louvre (not always an art museum!) and the Conciergerie was turned into a prison. It held various people over the ages (Bill - including Henry IV's assassin, Ravaillac) but none more famous than Marie Antoinette. 
Outside the Conciergerie (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
No, it's not Hogwarts...Inside the Conciergerie (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
We saw a model of what her room would have looked like and visited the chapel that was built in her memory over the place where her original cell was located. 
Marie Antoinette's Cell (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
Bill called me at the highlight of my visit at the Conciergerie. I was standing in the very spot that Robespierre passed on his way to the guillotine!! He told me to call him back when I was done with "church!" *LOL* 
Hallowed Ground (J. Boyer-Switala)
There was a room that also had listed the names of people who died on the guillotine. I found some of my favorites and also found that there were some Boyers who were guillotined...distant relatives, perhaps??
Guillotined Boyers (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
When we left the Conciergerie, I was beat, even though it was only 3:00. I took the metro home and took a nice long nap. My time is running out fast...I still have so much more to do, but am so happy to be coming home in 5 days. Tomorrow's excursion will depend on the weather, but either way, I'll be spending the morning with more dead people...
Au Revoir!
Follow on Bloglovin

Comments

tammy said…
I am learning a valuable lesson from your travels...I will carry my own map when traveling unfamiliar territory with you. LOL XXXOOO Can't wait to see you when you get home!
aunt pam said…
Jen, Thanks for providing a great travelog! Glad you are having a wonderful time.
Bill and Mark say Hi. We had a snafu on the NYC subway last month while visiting the big city, but at least we spoke the same language as everyone around us so it was only inconvenient, not scary. Take care of yourself!
Aunt Pam
justine breinich said…
I love all the pictures. I cannot wait to see all of them when you come home. Enjoy your last couple adventures. Continue to take pictures. Enjoy and be safe.
Bill said…
Wow! Who is the hot French Chick in the top photo? I'd like to meet her! ;-)

The kids had quite a few great questions about heads rolling out of the guillotine baskets. This trip has been enlightening for all of us!

We love and miss you.

Bill and the kids
Lindsay said…
Hi Jen. I am still reading about all of your travels and enjoying everything. Although, I don't know half the places you are talking about, but they sound awesome! Your pictures are great. We miss you back home. Have fun the rest of your trip. See you in a few days! Wii and guitar hero miss you!! Hehehe. Take care.
Lindsay :o)
Lisa said…
Wow you've really been doing a lot of things! Can imagine you're pretty exhausted! Here, the weather is also sunny. I bet you're learning even more about the French Revolution and french history than you already knew, which was probably almoust impossible :p lol
I know RER is less pleasant than the metro.. But I didn't know it was full of creeps!! I'm glad they didn't attack or harm you!
Enjoy the rest of your stay in Paris and don't worry, you'll be home soon, sooner than you think ;)
MOM said…
Hey Iam back! I've been keeping your blogs and showing my office cohorts - we are enjoying your trip. Remember "The Shout" and you should be OK on the RER :) OK so there'll be 2 crazies yelling. Dad sends his love too. Your adventure is almost over and I know you will have mixed feelings, but those of at home are waiting. Hugs MOM
Kevin Switala said…
Hey Jen, thank you so much for sharing your awesome experiences on this trip. The pix from Marie Antoinette's Hamlet and La Conciergerie are beautiful. Looks like the weather had been perfect, as well.

Just remember, it's a sign of affection in Europe for strange, bloodied men to harass American women. Just be polite, they don't know any different.

Safe Travels from the Philly fam out here.

Popular posts from this blog

Les Femmes Tondues

"Germany Wins on All Fronts" - the Eiffel Tower (Getty Images) It is no great secret that some French collaborated during the Nazi Occupation of France. Some did it for less than admirable reasons, such as political gain, anti-Semitism, or true fascist ideology. Other people were frightened and saw no end to the Occupation, while some were motivated simply by the desire to survive.  Many women who collaborated fall into the latter category. French women and German soldiers enjoying lunch at a café (Unidentified Photo Source) Food, clothes, and fuel (among other items) were scarce during the Occupation. Nearly everything needed to sustain life was rationed, and much of France's food and other  necessary  commodities were shipped to Germany. One way to ensure warmth and a full belly was by making nice with a German soldier.  A French woman chats with a German soldier in front of the Eiffel Tower during the Occupation In a desperate attempt to survive,

A Little Zazou ~ Pour Vous

Sorry Disney fans, but I am not talking about Simba's little feathered hornbill friend in the Lion King (that's spelled Zazu anyway). No, I am talking about the Zazou Jazz Era that began in Interwar Paris and  les zazous  who, in their own way, defied Vichy and the Nazis when they occupied France during the Second World War.  Thanks to my ADD that always manages to kick in when I am supposed to be doing serious research, I stumbled upon the concept of zazou when I was - you guessed it - researching for my Master's thesis on the French Resistance last year.  While I was disappointed that I could not use this newfound knowledge in my thesis, all was not lost. This detour introduced me not only to the fascinating history of les zazous , but some really remarkable Manouche Jazz (a.k.a. Gypsy Swing Jazz) that I knew would some day make a great blog. Lucky you, mes chers , that day is today! What the Heck IS Zazou? Zazou describes a style of jazz as well as a

Sylvia Beach - An American In Paris

This past fall I read Americans in Paris: Life and Death Under Nazi Occupation by Charles Glass. Meticulously researched, the book described the collaboration, resistance, and survival stories of several Americans during the Occupation. Of all the fascinating Americans Glass discussed, I felt an instant connection to one, and have been mildly obsessed with her ever since… Sylvia Beach Photo Source: donswaim.com/ripley-lawrence.htm The Woman Nancy Woodridge Beach was born on March 14, 1887 in Baltimore, Maryland.  She spent much of her childhood and young adult life living throughout Europe. Her first encounter with Paris came at a young age when her father, a pastor, was appointed assistant minister of the American Church in Paris, as well as director of the American student center. As a young adult she spent time in Spain and even served a stint in Serbia in the Red Cross. Although her birth name was Nancy, she would become known to the world as Sylvia Beach.  It was