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Hotel Le Soliel

hotel le soliel
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March 1967 -- Eiffel Tower from the Palais de Chaillot
March 1967 -- Eiffel Tower from the Palais de Chaillot
I was 21 and a wide-eyed tourist the one time I was in this magical city. Some friends and I went there for the Easter weekend. Below is an extract from a letter I wrote to my parents recounting some amusing details of the trip. * * * * * * * * * * The first leg of our journey, from Oldenburg to Bremen, went off without a hitch. At Bremen, we caught the Copenhagen to Paris Night Express. We were assigned to a compartment in wagon no. 34. We had very little time to look for it after the train arrived, because we only had three minutes to board the train. We did the most sensible thing: get on the train and look for wagon no. 34, once we were on. This was a good plan, except the cars were only marked, as to number, on the outside. Patty and Carol parked themselves and the luggage at the end of a car, and I set out to find our assigned place. Unfortunately, the train was in a complete shambles, with other people also trying to find their places, and most of them speaking only French. The conductors spoke German as well as French but were too busy to stop and think about accurate directions. As a consequence, I was sent to various locations by three different conductors–one of them being the baggage car–but none of them was the right place. So, we waited another half-hour or so until things were settled down in the train, and we grabbed a conductor as he came by and demanded that he lead us directly to our compartment. Success for us, but bad news for the other people riding in the compartment. There were only two of them, and they had counted on having the compartment alone, since no one else had come up to that time. A second-class compartment has two couches facing one another, and each couch can hold up to four people. The two individuals were stretched out on their respective couches sound asleep. We came chattering in, turned on the light, and proceeded to eat the dinner we had packed in advance. Our riding companions seemed completely miserable at this intrusion. We offered them part of our food but they didn’t seem to be hungry. After half an hour or so, we turned out the light and attempted to go to sleep ourselves. We each had our difficulties, though. Neither Patty nor I can sleep on a moving vehicle, and Carol was sitting beside a man who was reeking with perspiration. We found the situation so funny that we just sat there and made remarks and snickered. The two Europeans were mystified by the whole proceedings, but accepted them with quiet resolve. At about three o’clock in the morning, after crossing two borders with the usual passport business, we finally were tired enough to go to sleep. We arrived at Paris around 8:20 in the morning. The next step was to find a hotel. We abandoned our luggage in a locker and took a subway to the Saint Germain des Pres area, where we found a hotel on the second try. My single room suited me, but the girls were squeamish about theirs. We left our light luggage in my room and headed back to the station to get our heavy things. On the way to the subway, we passed another somewhat more attractive hotel. The girls investigated, and, for just a little more money, got a room more to their liking. I was satisfied with mine and especially its price, so I decided not to move. The girls were afraid to face the proprietor of the original hotel, so after much cajoling from my companions I went back alone to retrieve their hand luggage. When the proprietor heard about the girls abandoning their room, he was moved to comment rather resentfully. Unfortunately, his English was fluent enough to enable him to comment at length. He found it necessary to mention this episode to me several times during my stay. He would begin, “I know this is not your fault...” and then go on at length. The man in charge of the desk at night was rather strange, staring at me every time I entered, following me with his eyes as if I were some kind of curiosity. He would greet me with a very grave and drawn out “Monsieur!” At night the stairs were completely black. The first night I couldn’t locate the switch. So I tried to communicate my problem to the desk clerk in my very poor French. I kept gesturing at the stairs and shrugging and he just shrugged in return. Finally, I hit on saying “Le Soliel..." meaning the sun, and he poked a little button that had been glowing all along; I had mistaken it for a doorbell button, as it was next to the door to the proprietor’s quarters. I felt rather silly and hurried up the stairs. About half way up, I was plunged into black and had to grope the rest of the way to the fourth floor. I remember struggling to find the lock right at the edge of panic. The next morning the desk clerk came knocking at my door delivering very rich coffee au lait in what looked like a plastic cottage-cheese container, and fabulous croissants on paper napkins -- no plates or implements. He proffered these items with his drawn out, “Monsie
Soliel sets
Soliel sets
Cirque du Soliel had a mini experience in The Music Garden at Harbourfront as part of Luminato. We suspected it was a bit tamer than a typical show.

hotel le soliel
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