My morning trek to Roland Garros

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I never checked, but I think this was Hotel Invalides
I had to wake up quasi-early on my 2nd day in Paris. I had scheduled a tour of Roland Garros. This was turning out to be somewhat of a tennis trip for me without ever seeing any tennis played. A tour of both Wimbledon and Roland Garros, sites of 2 of the major tournaments in tennis. I wouldn’t be making it to Melbourne or New York on this trip to complete the set of major tournament sites.

Before I went to Roland Garros I wanted to grab a bite to eat, so I hopped on the Metro and made my way over to Rue Cler and the market that takes place at least on Saturdays. I grabbed a few pieces of fruit and some pastries. Paris and Brussels seemed to be the most unhealthy cities for me to eat in.
I have a horrible weakness for chocolate and am tempted by it whenever I see it. I ended up grabbing an éclair chocolat along with pain du chocolat for breakfast, which was initially just going to be some fruit. But such is the world of a chocoholic.

The Roland Garros tour was far shorter than the one at Wimbledon, which I was very thankful for. I usually want my tours to just show me what I need to see and not dawdle in places for far longer than is necessary. In Roland Garros I wanted to see the red clay courts that are so famous, and that’s exactly what we got to see. A quick tour through the grounds allowed us to pass a few of the side courts before we went to see some of the media center and then out onto Phillipe Chatrier Court, which is the #1 show court for the French Open. It is on that court that Rafa Nadal usually toys with his opponents and Roger Federer completed his career grandslam just weeks earlier.
emmllerg says:
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By the time I got back from Roland Garros I was thinking it might be time for lunch, so I set out to find a café. I found one, and ordered a glass of wine. Turns out the glass of wine sufficiently satisfied me that lunch wasn’t presently necessary. I had one place I really wanted to stop by on this day, and it goes right back to my chocolate obsession. I set out to find it and it wasn’t all that far from where I was. On my way to my destination I came across Jardin du Luxembourg and decided to take a stroll through the park. I found a chair near a pool of some kind and kicked my feet up for about an hour or so and had one of the more enjoyable experiences of my trip. It was a simple act, so it’s not worthy of much more explanation, but I still smile fondly as I recall that hour.
Roland Garros


Plenty of Paris to see, so my beautiful hour would have to come to an end. I walked down the street from Jardin du Luxembourg and found my destination. A fantastic Chocolaterie where I bought a half dozen macarons and some kind of chocolate dessert that melted in my mouth. By this time in my trip my legs were sore, my feet ached, and I could begin to feel a blister forming on my foot. Not to be deterred I jumped back on the Metro and as I sat there decided where I should head next. Pere Lechaise jumped out to me because I had wanted to see Jim Morrison’s final resting place. Even had I not wanted to visit Morrison’s grave it was a fascinating place. The graves all over were an impressive site.
It didn’t feel like a cemetery. Jim Morrison’s grave seems to be the premier attraction in the cemetery, which is somewhat strange to me considering that there were more impressive figures like Oscar Wilde buried there. As expected there were cigarette packs and flowers and various other things tossed toward Morrison’s grave and a few younger fans sitting nearby drinking whiskey in what I assume they meant as a way of honoring a man who died a decade or two before they were born.

After Pere Lechaise I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do with myself so I hopped back on the Metro and got out at the Opera. My sister is going to Paris in October and really only cares if she sees the Opera. I began to understand when I saw it. An impressive building with a couple of gold-colored statues on top.
I had been planning on just doing Monmarte the following day, but it was still fairly early so I thought I’d walk up that way and see Sacre Coeur and the neighborhoods in the surrounding area. Sacre Coeur is beautiful, despite my general lack of interest in architecture. I took a picture of myself in front of it and it strangely looks like I’m standing in front of a fake backdrop. I attribute that somehow to the building itself and the beautiful weather. I took this opportunity to relax and soak up all that was going on in the city from Butte Monmarte. I could sense that the sun would be setting shortly and I figured this might be a good chance to get back to Arc du Triomphe to climb up to the top and experience its view from the top.

It was either a really long walk toward the Arc du Triomphe or my weary body and ever-growing blister were making it seem like a really long walk.
As I always do, I made it to where I wanted to get to without any trouble. Along the way I walked through Pigalle and past quite a few sex shops. Despite my curiosity about the peep shows and various other opportunities offered I never actually considered becoming a patron. I did slip into one of the stores, though, to see what they sold. Just what I expected, some sex toys and DVDs. Ah well, at least I know it wasn’t anything special. The view from the top of the Arc du Triomphe wasn’t quite what I’d hoped it would be. The Eiffel Tower always is the premier attraction in the skyline, but the view from Trocadero is much better than from the Arc. It was a nice workout walking up the stairs to the top, though. Not that I needed to work my legs any more than I have for the last week.

It was now getting to that time of the day when I needed to get back and sleep. Wow did it feel good to get my socks off so my blister could breathe a bit. I’d check out of my hostel the next day and check into a hotel for the last night in Paris. I like to add a hotel stay in the midst of the hostels just so you can gather yourself and experience sanity again.
Vikram says:
"It was a simple act, so it’s not worthy of much more explanation, but I still smile fondly as I recall that hour" - yep, I went there at 8am with the fresh morning dew and lots of people jogging around... seemed perfect. I loved J du L'bourg as well. I wasn't that fussed about S-Couer, although I loved the M'matre neighbourhood a lot. Very nice friendly place to walk in and just soak in what ole Paris was like. You walked from Sacre Couer to Arc d T?? My word!!!
Posted on: Sep 16, 2009
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