There was so much we didn’t know about the tower until we visited!
Did you know it’s been painted a bunch of different colors?
Did you know that you could have lunch there?
Find out what was creator Gustave Eiffel’s real name was – and how different the tower’s name would be if he had kept it, why there is a mannequin on the outside of the elevator, and what it looks like to step out on the glass… CONTINUE READING >>
Looking straight up from the bottom of the Eiffel Tower.
Gustave Eiffel designed and built his tower in 1889 as an entrance to the 1889 World’s Fair.
He probably had no idea that it would become the enduring symbol of the city of Paris, La Ville-Lumière, the City of Light.
Often considered the best view of the Eiffel Tower in town, looking across the Seine River from the Trocadéro Gardens.
Once the tallest man-made structure on earth, the Eiffel Tower stands over a thousand feet high.
The tower literally drew us in like a magnet.
We knew there was no use in denying the pull, so we made a beeline to her as soon as humanly possible.
Attempting to stand on the glass platform!
The lines were long — even in the off-season on a foggy, mist-spitting day.
But rather than wait behind the hundreds of eager tower visitors (see how we pulled that off here), we walked right on to the elevator and rode up to the first observation level to take advantage of our lunch reservations.
The North ElevatorDrivers no longer sit on the outside of the elevators, mannequins now demonstrate the old days.
The restaurant, le 58 Tour Eiffel, provides attentive table service fifty-eight meters high on the most recognizable landmark in Paris.
More memorably, it’s a seriously cool way to hang out high above the city.
And, again, very grateful we got to skip the lines!
After our meal we hit the stairway and climbed to the second observation level, just over a third of the way up.
From this vantage point the panoramic view of Paris was spectacular, and since the top was hidden in the clouds we didn’t see any reason to go any higher.
Fun Eiffel Tower facts:
– Gustave Eiffel’s birth name was Gustave Bönickhausen – Bönickhausen Tower sounds a lot less catchy to us.
– For nine years, the tower had a huge, Times Square-esque advertisement attached to it
– Mr. Eiffel also designed the inner structure of the Statue of Liberty.
– The tower has been painted in many different colors. Originally red, it has had turns in brown, yellow, and now sports a special “Eiffel Tower Brown” – which is actually three progressive shades of bronze so the color looks uniform from top to bottom.
After the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe may be the most recognizable monument in Paris and we were most excited to climb to the top of the arch for the ultimate view of the city.
A few hundred steps later and a full 360 degree panorama of Paris spread out before us just as darkness was falling.
The vantage point is unbeatable for photographing Gustave Eiffel’s handiwork.
For a final treat before we descended the Arc, the moon peeked out of the clouds just as the twinkling lights came to life on the incredible tower.
Magnifique!
<–10 Second video: Click the pic – and be dazzled!
Thanks to Paris je t’aime for this adventure that made us exclaim Ooh la la! As always, all opinions are our own.
Next to the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe must be the most recognizable monument in Paris.
Built in 1806 by Emperor Napoleon to commemorate the victory at Austerlitz, the massive arch has gained significance as a memorial for all of the wars since that time and houses the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
We headed back to the Underground, hoping to make it to the Arc in time for a sunset climb to the top.
The Charles de Gaulle metro stop put us outside of the insane traffic clogging the roundabout that encircles the arch, making it look as though it might be impossible to get to.
<–10 Second video: Click the pic – and the crazy traffic comes
to life!
Luckily, there is a tunnel underneath the street that made passage possible without risking our lives, and we exited the tunnel just in time to see the changing of the guard at the tomb.
Impressive as the perspective was from the ground, we were more excited to enter the Arc and climb to the top for an ultimate view of the city.
A few hundred steps later and a full 360 degree panorama of Paris spread out before us just as darkness was falling.
The vantage point was unbeatable, not only for photographing Gustave Eiffel’s handiwork, but observing the continuous chaos on the roads below.
A dozen roads converge at the circle, making the flow of vehicles look as if it was a living organism coursing through the arteries of the city.
For a final treat before we descended, the moon peeked out of the clouds just as the twinkling lights came to life on the Tour Eiffel.
From the moment we arrived, we felt right at home.
We were warmly welcomed by the Vic Eiffel manager, Nathalie, who gave us a quick tour before settling us in our room.
After filling Nathalie in on our long journey to Paris, she suggested some local cafes for a quiet dinner… after a much needed nap.
Our room was truly a haven from the busy city surrounding us – quiet, nicely sized by Euro-standards, and fitted with blissful black-out blinds.
Oh, we forgot to mention the view!
Add in an uber-comfy bed, Wi-Fi in the room, and a jammin’ in-room coffee machine (took a bit for our American selves to figure out how to make it work – but so worth it when we did!) a GypsyNester’s dream.
The downside of choosing a neighborhood hotel — as opposed to one in thick of a city — is usually the lack of ease of getting around. This was not the case at Vic Eiffel.
There is a metro station right across the street (think quiet Paris trains – not NYC subway loud!). We used it on those days that we didn’t leisurely (yeah, right) stroll the lanes of Paris.
After our crazy days sightseeing, it was so nice to return to surroundings with the warmth of a family-owned inn, but fully furnished with the modern amenities that travelers have come to rely on.
Take Native and Spanish influences, intermix with ingredients from across the Pacific, add a dash of good old American cowboy western and…Eureka!, it’s Solvang, California.
Take Native and Spanish influences, intermix with ingredients from across the Pacific, add a dash of good old American cowboy western and… Eureka!, it’s California.
Diversity aside, we never expected to stumble upon a big dollop of Denmark right in the middle of Santa Barbara County.
Eureka! It’s Solvang.
Here’s the scoop: A few Danish teachers got sick and tired of the brutal winters in the Midwestern United States and decided warmer climes must be attained.
A pioneer spirit and disdain for layering clothing brought to California the “Danish Capital of America.”
Solvang, Danish for “sunny field,” was founded in 1911 by these intrepid educators and they set about building a Danish folk school and a little slice of Scandinavia on the former Spanish land grant Rancho San Carlos de Jonata.
Now that’s cultural diversity.
The town really began to flourish after the Saturday Evening Post exposed their secret to the world in a 1946 article.
Curious tourists arrived in droves and soon hotels, restaurants, attractions and the inevitable crap shops sprung up to serve them and remove the funds from their pockets.
However, these establishments have not overpowered the charm of the town. Solvang doesn’t seem feel like a big tourist trap.
The architecture is authentic, not movie-set-false-front-ish, and the cultural roots feel nourished and well watered.
We noticed that most of the gift shops were sporting wooden shoes.
This seemed out of place because lumber clod-hoppers are generally considered to be Dutch, not Danish. We investigated, google-style.
Turns out the Danes had a flourishing wooden shoe industry back in the late 1800s, they just didn’t get famous for it. Same situation with the windmills.
Whew, we could relax knowing there was no breach of culture. Solvang’s got more Danish flavor than a Sara Lee breakfast.
The town’s not large, just a little over 5,000 folks, so we could dawdle a bit and still hit all the hot spots.
We started with a stroll through the downtown area among the charming old world-style buildings surrounding Hans Christian Andersen Park.
A statue that we thought might be Gene Wilder as Willie Wonka, turned out to be good old Hans himself. Duh./em>
These Solvangites, Solvanginians, Solvangers… um, residents of Solvang are really into Mr. Anderson. They even created a museum in his honor.
We figured that should be our next stop.
Any kid growing up within the last century has been exposed to Hans Christian Andersen, learning valuable life lessons from the fellow that made the fable famous.
The Little Mermaid, The Princess And The Pea, Thumbelina, and The Ugly Duckling are all from his pen and the little museum features these along with lesser known yarns. Many in first editions.
In addition to his writings, Hans was also pretty handy with a pair of scissors and several of his paper cutouts and silhouettes are on display along with sketches, artifacts, and Anderson-related memorabilia.
As usual, food became our focus before too long. Maybe it was all the talk about peas with that princess.
So with peas on the brain (as opposed to pea-brained) we headed just up the road to Buellton and Pea Soup Andersen’s.
Andersen’s has been serving up All You Can Eat of the green broth for over eighty years.
Famous cartoon chefs Hap Pea and Pea Wee greet guests and entertain with their crazy pea splitting antics.
Veronica put a serious hurt on their profit margin with that offer — learning that the old elementary school joke was accurate — “what you have for lunch? Pea green soup. What did you do all night, pee…”
Sorry ’bout that.
Pea Soup Anderson’s is a Southern California institution. Ask around, everyone’s been here.
By the way, we didn’t get the name turned around. For some reason Andersen’s decided to put the Pea Soup in the front.
They don’t claim to be related to Hans Christian, but you never know.
We’ve fully handed over the Christmas planning process over to our adult daughters, led by The Piglet. We’re in full tell-us-where-and-when-to-show-up mode.
Don’t get us wrong, we feel comfy in The Piglet’s very capable hands, but it is weird. We hardly know what to do with… CONTINUE READING >>
This year marks a turning point for us. We’ve fully handed over the Christmas planning process over to our adult daughters, led by The Piglet. We’re in full tell-us-where-and-when-to-show-up mode.
Don’t get us wrong, we feel comfy in The Piglet’s very capable hands, but it is weird. We hardly know what to do with ourselves.
Things have been slowly evolving as we’ve changed locations – we no longer host Christmases at our home (mainly because we don’t have one!) instead, we all gather in New York City where the girls live. In the process, we’ve added a few new traditions while some old ones have fallen by the wayside.
Thankfully, Decibel getting her broken leg signed by Santa, did NOT become a tradition!
Pondering Christmases past, we are reminded of the ghosts of blending our own traditions when we first formed a family.
How we compromised by dropping some food traditions – Veronica’s Bohemian dumplings and sauerkraut (nobody else in the family ate it!) and David’s Midwestern staple, green bean casserole, or by jealously guarding others – we always had two kinds of potatoes, mashed and twice-baked.
To be honest, our holiday feasts had become turkey-and-carb fests – who has room for veggies when there’s more stuffing to be eaten?
Agreeing on the meal was the easy part, generally more is always better, but coalescing childhood traditions was a little trickier. Veronica’s family opened presents on Christmas Eve, David’s on Christmas morning. Do we do midnight mass or go to church on the day of?
When does the tree go up? (Taking it down was less of an issue, we both agreed preferably pre-Valentine’s Day.)
Then there was the added stress of pleasing our extended families, especially once we had kids.
We didn’t live near any of the grandparents, so deciding who to see and where to spend Christmas always added another layer of stressful decision making.
On a sad note, we are disappointed about celebrating our first Christmas without The Boy joining us.
The responsibilities of his new job are keeping him in Alaska this year, but we are comforting ourselves by imagining that he just might get to see Santa while they are both flying around up there. He’d better take pictures!
Although it’s not our first Christmas without the whole brood together (we celebrated David’s parents’ 60th wedding anniversary in Florida at Christmas-time two years ago and the girls couldn’t make it), it just doesn’t seem right without everyone being there.
On the plus side, we are really looking forward to a new blend of traditions and friends. The Piglet’s boyfriend’s family will be visiting NYC for the first time and we couldn’t be more excited to meet them. They will be coming in from Paris carrying their own customs, and we are really looking forward to a cultural cross-sharing of holiday festivities.
We know next to nothing about Christmas ceremonies in France and are having so much fun grilling The Piglet’s beau on his family’s celebrations.
We have been put in charge of the Bûche de Noël, a traditional uber-cake shaped like a yule log, and have had a blast finding the perfect French bakery with the proper Bûche to make our new friends feel at home.
Thankfully, we will be in New York – home to many Bûche choices – ‘cause baking a Bûche would surely result in a disaster!
We look forward to another holiday that will reinforce our understanding that “Home is where the heart is.”
That adage has become very real for us over the past six years since selling our house and adopting this nomadic life. For us, home for the holidays has nothing to do with a brick and mortar structure.
Home is family. Home is love.
We hope that your holidays are filled with home – wherever that may be.
Amsterdam has a reputation, but the hedonistic side of this city is just a small part of what attracts so many people.
For us, that aspect was a mere curiosity; the real allure is the entirely distinctive personality of this vibrant, energetic, aqua-centric city.
So did we stay out of trouble? Depends how you define trouble… CONTINUE READING >>
Amsterdam has a reputation, but the hedonistic side of this city is just a small part of what attracts so many people.
For us, that aspect was a mere curiosity; the real allure is the entirely distinctive personality of this vibrant, energetic, aqua-centric city.
Often referred to as the Venice of the North, we found some discrepancies in that description.
Yes, they are both built around a system of canals, but there are as many variances as similarities.
The most noticeable is in the cityscapes; Amsterdam’s main canals were laid out in an arc around the city center, whereas in Venice the canals seem to meander aimlessly.
We had to get out on the water to properly see the city!
We figured there’s no better way to observe this than from the water, so we hopped on a canal tour for a quick overview.
In the early 1600s three waterways, now known as the Canal Ring, were built to develop the city outward just as Holland was entering its Golden Age.
Dutch ships and merchants spanned the globe over the next century and Amsterdam grew into one of the world’s great cities.
As the city expanded, a distinct architectural style developed; space along the waterways was limited so builders chose to make narrow, deep houses two or three times as long as they are wide, standing three or four stories high.
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From the boat, we couldn’t help but notice the propensity for these older buildings to slant every which way.
The land is very soft, so wooden pilings had to be set deep enough to reach more solid ground in order to build.
But these have settled over time and left some crazy-crooked structures.
The design makes it difficult, if not impossible, to get furnishings in and out, so almost every home has a hoisting beam attached above the highest window.
This way furniture, or other heavy materials, can be pulled up and brought inside through the large upstairs windows.
Think piano movers in an old silent movie, that’s the idea.
This feature also adds to the crooked look of the houses, since they were built to lean slightly forward so that loads raised on the hoist wouldn’t bump up against the front of the house.
An alternative to living in a crooked house is to reside on one of the myriad of boats lining every available inch of space along Amsterdam’s waterways.
The view from our porthole!
Over the past few decades many of these former freight haulers have become fashionable residences, with a few available as vacation rentals.
We were lucky enough to secure one for our stay — one of the many benefits of off-season travel — and loved the connection to the city’s watery history this gave us.
So did we stay out of trouble? Depends on how you define trouble!
The royal palace
Dam Square, home to the Royal Palace, War Memorial, and the Nieuwe Kerk, or New Church (which is new because it is only 600 years old), stands on top of the old dam.
This makes a great starting point for exploring the old town and the famed red light district.
Whimsical gables atop the royal palace include unicorns and Atlas.Dam Square is also pigeon filled!
The red light district section of the city that has contributed to its somewhat dubious reputation.
Amsterdam has had a long relationship with the world’s oldest profession, legalizing it two hundred years ago, and unofficially looking the other way for a long time before that.
In this section of town, known as De Wallen because of the old city walls, things became particularly out in the open, likely due to the proximity to the port.
Sailors will be sailors, after all.
Oddly, this is also the site of the Oude Kerk, or Old Church, which is not only the oldest church, but the oldest building in town.
Originally the church was dedicated to St. Nicolas, the patron saint of sailors, so perhaps that explains the proximity of the prostitution… shore leave and all.
The Old Church is oddly surrounded by the Red Light District.
No matter how it happened, it was strange to see sex workers in windows right across from a church.
Another quirk that struck us as odd was that the entire floor is covered with graves.
The church was built over a cemetery, and the practice of burying people continued inside the building.
A coffee shop with an adjoining snack bar for when the munchies hit. Clever – get ’em coming and going!
The area has more recently become home to many of Amsterdam’s “coffee shops” that sell marijuana and other cannabis products.
The trend began in the seventies, when these sprung up operating outside the law.
For a while the authorities tolerated them, as long as things didn’t get out of hand. Now they have become registered businesses and are taxed and regulated as such.
The Bulldog, Amsterdam’s first coffee shop.We didn’t feel comfy photographing the ladies of the red light district, so here’s more pigeon and architecture for ya!
We didn’t participate in any of the offerings from either group of these entrepreneurs, but looking is allowed, and we must admit to our curiosity (not that we’re judging, we’re just more comfortable with a cold beverage and each other’s company). 😉
Sure, Amsterdam has a reputation, but more than anything this stems from a long tradition of tolerance, and an open-minded, live-and-let-live attitude.
Since the activities involved happen everywhere in the world — whether legal or outlawed — the city has chosen to address the situation by keeping things out in the open.
Seems odd to us, but who are we to say it’s not a reasonable solution?
Visiting Anne Frank
Not far away, but light years removed in significance, we visited the Anne Frank House.
This is the actual building where the Frank family, along with their friends the Van Pels and Fritz Pfeffer, stayed hidden from the Nazis for two years.
The house consisted of several upstairs rooms that were sealed off from the work space and offices of the business that Otto Frank owned.
Anne called it the Secret Annex in her famous diary.
As we walked up the tiny, hidden stairway and through the rooms, the story unfolded in quotes from Anne’s diary.
The rooms have been left without any furnishings just the way the Nazis left them after capturing the family and, to us, the intensity of the small space was actually accented by the emptiness.
The canal that runs in front of the building, church steeple in the background.
Anne’s father Otto, the only one of the eight to survive the war, insisted that the house be left in this way, understanding the power of the stark portrayal.
He was instrumental in preserving the house, and also in getting his daughter’s diary published.
The view from the building that housed the Secret Annex.
Anne Frank’s story is heartbreaking, and made even more poignant by two facts; the allied forces were only a matter of weeks away from liberating all of Europe when she passed away, and she expressed the desire to be a famous author, which she accomplished only after her death.
Make sure the you have time to take this must-do, emotional tour when visiting Amsterdam – the line to enter can be hours long. An option is to get advance tickets, but there is often a waiting list, so plan ahead. The link for tickets is here
Talkin’ Tulips
On a much lighter note, the Amsterdam Tulip Museum is right across the Prinsengracht, or Prince’s canal, the outermost of the famous Canal Ring.
We walked over the bridge and into a colorful collection of all kinds of blooming bulbs.
Inside we quickly discovered that there is quite a flowery history to the tulip and its relationship with Holland.
Brought from Turkey by biologist Carolus Clusius over four hundred years ago, tulips caused such a craze that the first ever speculative commodity bubble was inflated as people began trading the bulbs with reckless abandon.
To ward off another crash, we run to the Amsterdam Stock Exchange and take the bull by the horns.
Before long, a single bulb was worth well over the annual salary of a reasonably wealthy merchant.
At the peak, ounce for ounce, tulips were selling for about one-hundred times the price of gold.
But the inevitable crash came and economists learned about market bubbles – but apparently not how to prevent them from reoccurring.
Dutch Masters
Statue of Rembrandt in Rembrandt Square
Perhaps it would have been better to invest in art, since Amsterdam is also home to some of the world’s greatest masterpieces.
Several are in the Rembrandt House Museum, which just happened to be a few blocks from our houseboat.
The artist lived there from 1639 until 1656, when bankruptcy forced him out.
Fun with the recreation of The Night Watch below the statue of Rembrandt.
To settle his debts, all of his belongings went on the auction block, but his misfortune made for a better museum because the auction list aided in reconstructing the house just as it had been.
His office, living quarters, and studio all have been recreated in fine detail, including the collection of relics and oddities that contributed to his financial difficulties.
The insolvency didn’t seem to harm his work though, and Rembrandt, along with his contemporaries of the late seventeenth century, became known as the Dutch Masters.
We have no idea how the term came to be applied to rolled tobacco products.
Works of Van Gogh and Rembrandt are also housed at the massive Rijksmuseum.
Two centuries later another Dutch painter also became famous, Vincent van Gogh. His works are on display at several venues around the city, but the largest collection, in fact the largest in the world, is housed at the Van Gogh Museum.
The collection is displayed along with works by some of his contemporaries, such as Monet and Picasso, in a sort of timeline that we followed as we went up through the four floors.
Rules for the tram – what on earth is the guy in picture #2 eating?!
The museum dedicated to van Gogh is a short tram ride away from the old town in Museum Square, and both the tram and museum were covered by our Iamsterdam city cards.
In fact, the cards also included our boat tour, and almost all of the other attractions we visited.
Dutch treats!
No GypsyNester adventure is complete without digging into the local food fare and our first encounter was with bitterballen.
These little deep-fried balls of meat, broth, flour, and butter, rolled in a crunchy breadcrumb coating can be found in just about every bar and cafe.
But bitterballen are just a snack, for real stick-to your-ribs comfort food we indulged in a stamppot — or hutspot to be exact — the most traditional of the stamppots.
The hefty mix of mashed potatoes, carrots, onion, and rookworst, a Dutch smoked sausage, dates back hundreds of years.
This staple became especially popular during World War II because the vegetable ingredients could be locally grown, underground.
It’s not fancy, but it certainly fills the tummy.
Our go-to dessert had to be the little puffy pancakes drizzled with chocolate sauce and powdered sugar called poffertjes.
Freakin’ delicious – even after a partaking in a stampot we could always find room for poffertjes.
We probably couldn’t handle more than one olliebollen – the heftier kissin’ cousin of the poffertjes.
We’d been on the lookout for a real Dutch olliebollen after our humbling experience with one at the Tulip Festival in Holland, Michigan (they were called “fat balls” there – an acceptable translation, but a little harsh!).
Luckily, our visit coincided with the holiday season — the most bollen time of the year — and it didn’t take long to find a festive street stall doling out the balls.
We expected a better bollen in the land of their birth, and we were not disappointed.
Translation aside (maybe oil ball? Grease ball? Yeah, there’s no way to make it sound good!), we found them lighter, tastier (and ultimately more easily digestible) than their Michigan counterparts.
Soooooo many bikes!
One last, huge difference between Amsterdam and Venice is the presence of roads… and bicycles, nearly a million of them.
The Dutch city is bustling with a crazy amount of bikes scurrying every which way, at least one for every resident.
As unnerving as this struck us at first, we quickly adapted to looking out for the cyclists, and just imagine what the traffic would be like if all of them were driving cars!
The three-story bicycle parking lot at the Amsterdam train station! We were told that an expansion is necessary and plans are underway.
HUGE thanks to I Amsterdam and Amsterdam Book Now! for supporting this adventure – and to Eurail for the 15-day rail pass that inspired us to undertake it! As always, all opinions are our own.! As always, all opinions are our own.
We walked over the bridge and into a colorful collection of all kinds of blooming bulbs.
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To settle his debts, all of his belongings went on the auction block, but his misfortune made for a better museum because the auction list aided in reconstructing the house just as it had been.
