Welcome to Versailles

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Ladies and gentlemen, the place that housed people considered offensively fancy by French people.


Welcome to Versailles

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Ladies and gentlemen, the place that housed people considered offensively fancy by French people.


History Schmistory, June 14: It’s The Middle of the Night Mister!

1597 – At 4:30 AM, Willem Barents left Novaya Zemlya for Netherlands. He wasn’t the best looking chap, mostly likely from limited beauty sleep.

Introducing Bill “the not so beautiful” Barents!

Hemingway in Paris

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Ernest Hemingway came to Paris in the 1920s on Sherwood Anderson’s advice to go to Paris and meet Gertrude Stein. The advice began one of the most influential careers in the history of literature. Today, we fashioned a Hemingway Literary walk that began with his first apartment on Rue Notre Dame de les Champs and finished on the Left Bank at Shakespeare and Co., the bookstore that took its name from Sylvia Beach’s store of the same name. Here was our itinerary:

Hemingway in Paris Tour

171 boulevard du montparnasse Closerie des Lilias-Cafe featured in “The Sun Also Rises”
113 rue Notre dame des champs-Hemingway’s first apartment in Paris
74 Cardinal Lemoine-2nd apartment, where he lived longest, where Hadley had Bumby
Rue Mouffetard-Market streets which he described as “a cesspool.”
27 Rue des Fleurus-Gertrude Stein’s apartment & salon, featured in Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris.” It was here that young Hemingway met, and began to disdain, the ex-pat American literary society.
Luxembourg Gardens–Park where Hemingway caught a pigeon to eat
Les Deux Magots–Cafe where older Hemingway hung out after WWII
Shakespeare & co (rue odeon)–Original site of Sylvia Beach’s bookstore, now gone. Beach published James Joyces Ulysses which made her ground zero for the Lost Generation literary movement. When they weren’t drunk (and sometimes when they were), ex-pat American writers such as Fitzgerald and Hemingway were often found here. Interestingly, the site also features a plaque to American pamphleteer Thomas Paine, who lived there after the French Revolution.
Shakespeare & Co. (Left Bank)–Across from Notre Dame, bookstore that took its name from the original. Home to backpackers and writer wanna-be’s, the store stamps as books as proof that pilgrims have made the last stop on their Hemingway journey.

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MarcoNauts Abroad: The AP European History Tour in France & Germany

OK, MarcoNauts! Summer abroad is here! American teens and MarcoNauts Matt and Siena will be taking to the air, rails, and internets to keep you posted on the latest in boring churches, soporific museums, and lifeless palaces now filled with curious, cloying, portly, petulant tourists. Can’t wait! Just look for “sienajeakle” or “mattjeakle” in the byline to see who wrote the post. You’ll notice Siena writing a lot about food and fashion, while Matt is likely to focus on comedy. Both Matt and Siena are high school students preparing for AP European History courses next year, so you can learn along with them.

And let us know about your own travels as we shrink this Big Blue Marble down small enough to marvel at it and have a laugh or two.

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History Schmistory, June 13: Act One For Adriana.

1655 – Adriana Nooseman-van de Bergh became the 1st actress in Amsterdam theater. That diva was never late for dress rehearsal!

You're nailing the happy/sad bipolar thing.

 

Breakfast 6/13

Ate breakfast at the hotel. So cute and French!

The term for breakfast in French is Petit Dejeuner, meaning “little lunch.” (Notice the Nutella. Oh my yum.)

First breakfast in Paris!


To Do List 6/13


Trip to Europe

These next to weeks, my brother, my dad and I will be traveling through Europe. Here’s how our travels will go:

Here’s a map my trip through Europe! 


Transition Day

Yesterday was a day of transitions. At 5:00 pm, our plane from Seattle took off towards Amsterdam. After a ten-hour flight (in which I was seated right in from of two screaming children), we arrived in Amsterdam. The flight attendants there are SO NICE. Everyone is unbelievably friendly, and directed us American nOObs to the right place at least five times. We miscalculated the amount of time it would take to get through customs, estimating about an hour or so. So naturally it took like forty seconds. We took a train from the airport to Amsterdam Central, where we waited for three hours in a cute little cafe for our 5:00 pm train to Paris to arrive. While waiting, my dad, brother and I watched Micheal Palin’s Hemingway Adventure, which I highly recommend.

Our train finally arrived, and it was absolutely adorable. I saw myself in the reflection of the window, though, and realized by this time I looked like a sleep-deprived vagrant. I was asleep the second I hit my chair, which was actually quite comfortable, and managed to thoroughly creep out the man across from me with my snoring. The train was so bomb. I guess tipping isn’t a very common thing in some places over here, because when we tipped the guy in the Dining Car, he frantically pushed a huge pile of cookies towards us… maybe we should have told him we weren’t expecting anything back for our tip, but… we took the cookies for his sake. It was a real sacrifice.

 


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