My solo adventure in Paris after the terror attack...

My solo adventure in Paris after the terror attacks

After a fun-filled, if exhausting, first day in Paris with our Trip4Real locals, we met up at a gorgeous Parisian Airbnb apartment located a stone’s throw from the Bastille, just six stops on the metro from Gare du Nord train station.

Following a 2am bedtime thanks to new friends and lots of whisky, we all got up and dressed, and hopped in a waiting Uber to join the others.

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paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

Before making the most of our last few hours in the City of Light, we enjoyed a typically French relaxed breakfast of creamy Illy coffee, warm toasted pastries and tangy fresh orange juice from the local boulangerie. Rather than wait a moment longer I left the group, who were heading on a bike tour of the Seine, to do some solo exploring.

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Although a bike ride with our Trip4Real Local would have been grand, I had my own plans for the day set, and emboldened by the locals’ comments of how friendly Paris can be away from the tourist trail, I decided these plans were Notre-Dame and a stroll through a local neighbourhood – wherever that may be.

After exploring every nook and cranny of yet another gorgeous Parisian apartment, we made plans to meet up later.

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Notre-Dame has always been something I wanted to see – my fascination began with Victor Hugo’s Hunchback, though that’s a far cry from the slightly-disturbing/rapey/hellfire Disney version – but with queues trailing miles around the cathedral for entry, and an ever-increasing military presence building, I decided a stroll down the Seine would be a better use of my time.

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

Funny that, for so long, I’ve accepted queuing as part of being abroad. You queue to see the ‘good’ bits, right? Except the day before, with our Locals leading the way, we hadn’t waited one moment. Not even for lunch. The contrast between my disappointment at not being able to see Notre-Dame and how easier travelling with an expert is really hit home, showing me how valuable a local can be especially on short trips where time is precious.

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

paris airbnb trip4real day 2

Down to the Seine path I went, which is set lower than street level by about 15 feet, followed only by runners enjoying a quiet Sunday morning to tread the pavement – looking utterly gorgeous as they did so. It was so peaceful, listening to the lapping water against the concrete river banks and the odd excitable puppy being taken for a walk by hand-holding couples.

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Surfacing after an hour or so, I followed a group of French friends who were excitably babbling away, stumbling into a local neighbourhood. And where better to enjoy a French press coffee than a cafe that didn’t cater in any way to tourists?

Having to go back in time fifteen years to remember my basic French lessons was a feat. “Je voudrais… une… er, un… ici?” The woman looked puzzled but I was determined. Despite the crowd of no doubt hungover people patiently queuing behind me. “Qu’est-ce que c’est, er, that?” I motioned toward some baked goods, couldn’t understand what the poor woman said in return, but I ordered it (it was a custard tart based item) and a soya latte.

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I even decided to do a good deed. I bought the person behind me – a girl in her early twenties – a latte! Thanking me in broken English, I tried to explain in even-more broken French that it was my pleasure. She left with a huge grin, and I settled in for an hour people-watching in front of the glass window.

It’s fascinating, a typical street in Paris. There were no tourists as far as I could see. Lots of dads with children in tow, and ladies sitting outside at local eateries enjoying a Sunday brunch warmed by bright red heaters glowing fiercely. There was a group of homeless men huddled in the corner, laughing together despite the chilly weather. A man in a suit walked over with a tray of hot drinks from another local shop, which they eagerly took with a gracious ‘merci Monsieur!’

These are memories I’ll keep with me forever that I’d have missed if I was still in the Notre-Dame queue, and I’ve resolved to do more of that when I travel. Just sitting, watching, blending into the experience.

Of course, I made the most of what I could see of the cathedral and took a stroll in the rose gardens, admiring the cratmanship that went into creating such formidable gargoyles.

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Catching another Uber as all taxis were being advised to steer clear of the streets thanks to heads of state from around the world due in Paris for a Global Climate Change summit (they are SO helpful and smart in Paris) I met up with the rest of the group, before being introduced to Charley, an Airbnb host who was planning on taking us on a tour of the canal, before a Sunday brunch at his favourite local restaurant, La Rotonde.

He chatted about everything, from life in Paris to his travels around the world, his girlfriend and hosting with Airbnb, and how the city had fared since the terror attacks.

He had been one of the Parisian locals who had opened their home to anyone, anyone, stranded or trapped after the terror attacks.

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Airbnb had alerted all hosts about the attacks, asking if they could help and waiving all charges for those who were unable to get home. And as a huge Airbnb conference was taking place the Friday of the attack, with over 5000 hosts in attendance, Charley had welcomed stranded hosts into his apartment.

Being on lockdown, there was nothing to do but wait. Waiting, he said, was the worst part. As it became clear the attacks were systemic, methodical, and calculated, Charley and his three guests couldn’t help be concerned for the thousands of travellers who were now trapped in hotels and houses around the city.

As daylight emerged, they felt as if they had a huge responsibility to bear. They couldn’t just ‘host’ their guests. People would be afraid, he said. And we agreed. I thought back to Notre-Dame, standing in the middle of bustling crowds being watched by soldiers armed with guns, and I had felt on edge. Waiting for a crazed person to strike. It was a tinge of fear I wasn’t going to let stop me, but I certainly couldn’t stop it.

Now, he continued, hosting was all about showing people Paris is a city of love, and friendship. Their guests would be looked after, and he felt all Parisians had a part to play in that.

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Leaving La Rotonde, we strolled by the canal, taking in our last sights and sounds of the city before heading home.

I thought, six years ago, Paris was done for me. I’d seen the tower, had my moules, and that was that. But there is so much more to experience when a local is helping you along. Now, I have ten thousand items on my Parisian travel list, all through talking to locals, and their ‘no don’t go there, go here!’ and ‘that’s a tourist trap, try this instead’ advice.

If you’re a fearful traveller, let a local reassure you. If you feel like you’ve only experienced the tourist trail, then a local will help you uncover more. Even seasoned travellers will be helped by a local’s history and knowledge.

As the sun set and we packed our bags, we were all sad to say goodbye.

Paris is wounded but healing.

As times get more turbulent, it’ll be the people of the city we rely on to show us the humanity behind the headlines.

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First written by me on Huffington Post

I'm Laura. I write most of the stuff on six out of ten magazine, as well as other places all over the web and in printed words. I'm a fan of travel (clearly), good cocktails, and anything sweet.

  • Such a great write up of what sounds like a brilliant Parisian adventure – just sitting and watching the world go by is the best way to experience somewhere new.
    The spirit Paris has shown in these last few months is extraordinary, I can’t wait to get back there (to practice my own GCSE linguistics of course!)
    M x

  • Sounds like you had a lovely time. Those photos are stunning. Just walking around you and a camera sounds like a dream. xo