Every year for the past 10 or so years Jimmy Buffett, one of my favorite singers from the US plays in Paris. Last year, as we were living in Dublin, I decided I would buy tickets to both Friday and Saturday night shows to see him play in Paris in late September. As the time got closer, the friend whom I was going to go with couldn’t come from the US anymore, so N came with me. He came to be supportive and as he knew his way around Paris and speaks fluent French – it was NOT because he was a fan of the music. 🙂 . Most of the show he was chatting at the bar with other husband’s who were also dragged along.
As we now live in the Netherlands, we chose to drive to Paris, we did in just over 3 hours – and there was NO traffic. We could have taken the train, but it was easy enough to just drive down on Friday morning and come home on Sunday afternoon. We parked our car in a secure, underground lot and I found a very cheap hotel all for under the cost of taking the train. When I say the hotel was really cheap – like so cheap, I should have known it was not going to be anything special but the staff was very friendly and the location was great – less than a two minute walk to the venue, La Cigale in the 18th arrondissement. But N could barely fit in the shower and at one point could hear him banging and yelling… it was funny! At 6’8″ tall – this is going to be a problem around the world – except in the Netherlands 🙂 . Anyway, as for the venue – La Cigale was an incredible place to see him – as it’s so small and intimate you are so close… compared to some huge stadiums where you can barely here him let alone see him. It’s like you and 1,000 other fans just having a great time. Both nights we were in the balcony but you could go down on the floor but I was sure I would not see anything at 5’3″ and with a 6’8″ giant with me, he’d block everyone else.
We spent most of our time in 18th arrondissement, in the charming hilltop Montmartre district (also known as “La Butte”) is a former artists’ village once inhabited by Picasso and Dalí, and home to the domed Sacré-Cœur basilica. There are sweeping views of the city from its steep, winding streets, while the iconic Moulin Rouge cabaret below draws tourists and nightclubbers. Retro-cool bars and eateries dot the edgy Lamarck area.
I really loved the Palace du Terte – a small town square situated between the Sacre-Coeur and the Dali museum in the Montmartre area of the city. The area hosts artists at work with their paintings. A lot of them had a please not photo sign up so I respected that – but here are some photos from the internet to get the feel of the area.
On Saturday, after we walked around for a bit and I took a bunch of photos. We took the elevator up to the Montmatre Sacré–Cœur basilica but being a lovely Saturday it was packed the lines were soooo long so we didn’t go inside only took a few photos and left. Plus truthfully, I don’t think N had any interest on going inside. For a bit of history click here. We did watch rather suspicious characters walk around – I know they were pick-pocketers by their demeanour – shady as ever. Turned out several American’s who were in town for the Buffet show were targeted and lost their wallets and cash during their time in Paris.
After we took the Metro towards the Eiffel Tower but agreed, not to do to much there as I promised M to save that for when we go back with her and S. We couldn’t resist taking a few photos.
Now I got my fix of seeing Buffett in Paris – would I need to return again – probably not. Unless friends came from the US to join me, N & I would not be returning together to see Buffett in Paris. 🙂 It was fun, but was not the typical Buffett concert experience you have at home with friend tailgating, etc. We did have a few drinks at La Marmite which is right on the corner near the venue. We met some lovely people but I do not need to return every year. Probably that fact that I live in Europe for the past nearly 7 years, has something to do with it. Personally, I’d love to fly to Orlando for a long weekend and check out his new Margaritaville Resort. 🙂
N was a good sport and agreed to get stamped with a big V for virgin for attending his first Buffett show and even wore a shark hat.
I promised the kids we’d come back to Paris and do tourist type things with them so we’ll do that for sure in the future. They’d love it.