Day Twenty-Three/ Going to Singapore

Trip Start Dec 17, 2011
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Trip End Jan 14, 2012


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Thursday, January 12, 2012

Today we woke up to our last Parisian morning. We packed away the last of the things that we had left out, and scanned all the rooms for things we may have dropped or forgotten about. Dad and I went out to buy some pastries for breakfast, before we decided to go out. 

Not far from where we were staying is the former prison, the Conciergerie, and we decided to have a look. Little did we know that it has been turned into a kind of contemporary art gallery.  I must admit that I am not much of an art fan, so maybe I did not appreciate the artistic genius that some of these pieces are, but all the art really freaked me out.  There was a floor-to-ceiling net in a spiral shape with live flies stuck inside.  The dead ones were on the ground.  There was a mini library made out of black bird feathers.  One piece was just a TV screen, with an unmoving picture of a woman with a forlorn look on her face.

The art was all really creepy.  I didn't like it at all, none of the rest of my family did, either.  Perhaps we’re not 'cultured’ enough.

We walked to the back of the gallery, where, thankfully, you could look around the prison.  This was what we had come to see.  The prison was formerly  a palace, but turned into a court and prisom during the revolution in 1796.  It was in this prison that Marie Antoinette stayed, and was convicted of treason.  She was executed not far from there.  It was really interesting to see how small and uncomfortable the cells were. There were also videos and dates about the revolution, and the trials of Marie Antoinette.  Apparently, she was always dignified throughout her ordeal, until the end.

One room showed the name of all 2780 people executed at the Conciergerie during the revolution.  Anyone with the smallest connection to the King or Royals was captured, convicted and killed. The prison itself named this period as a Reign of Terror.  Marie Antoinette was given a trial as a type of peace offering with Austria, as she was Austrian.

We finished the Conciergerie, and headed for lunch.  Mum and Nanna ordered for us, while the rest of us went to do some last minute souvenir shopping. 

Back at the apartment, we handed our keys in, and waited for the car outside. We were taken to the airport, where we checked in, and made our way to the boarding gate.

 The flight from Paris to Frankfurt was only 55 minutes, so there was hardly enough time to do anything.  We landed in the new terminal at Frankfurt, which was much nicer than the terminal we were in last time.  It still took a long time for us to make our way through customs, security and all the way to our gate, so we only had about 20 minutes until we boarded.

We boarded the A380 to Singapore.  Dad, Hayley and I were sitting in a row and Elyse was sitting in the row beside us, alone.  We had noticed that two seats next to Elyse were vacant, and we had hoped that they would stay that way.   Right before take-off, we figured that we were safe, so Hayley jumped across the aisle and sat with Elyse, while I sat on the end of our row, so Dad and I had a seat between us.  That meant that Elyse was no longer by herself, and Dad and I had a little extra space.

The flight was fine; little turbulence, and we had a hot dinner and a hot breakfast.  I am not sure for how long I slept, but it was not long.  10 minutes here, 10 minutes there, sleep was very interrupted.

We finally arrived in Singapore.  The change in climate was immediately evident, and I wished that I was not wearing so many clothes.  We made it to the hotel, had a quick swim, and then went out for dinner.  The time difference was such that when we had just eaten breakfast on the plane, it was dinner time here.

Dinner took forever to come out, and nobody was really a fan, but it didn’t matter, we were back in bed quickly.
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ron & Lyn on

I too don't understand contempry art/sculpture.. Was any of it for sale?

Where did Nanna sit on the plane?

Only one ore long flight & you're home!
xxx
Nana

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