Oo La La - its the Moulin Rouge!!!
Trip Start Oct 25, 2011
5Trip End Oct 29, 2011
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Where I stayed
Holiday Inn Paris Auteuil
Read my review - 4/5 stars
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What I did
The show is still pricey by Malaysian standards and the thing is this - we knew that it was touristy, packed with Mandarin speaking nationals, a show that was overdone and most of all, typical kiasu Malaysian that I was , paying that kind of money for something that we were quite indifferent too, was somehow, somewhat wastefull.
So, when Chung asked me , I was in two minds. ... This is after all the Moulin Rouge, the Belle Epoque...and admittedly, there was a small little flicker of shall I say curiousity, excitement ignited when I watched Paris After Midnight on the plane to Europe. We are after all here to celebrate our 20 years wedding anniversary and to do all the things we missed out when we were both last here. I looked at him and said "yeah, sure,why not.." Hardly the kind of reply you would expect for something that would set you back by 200 euros..
I called reception and they assisted with the reservations. Since it was rather last minute , the only places available was the 11 pm. I wasnt exactly thrilled with that timing but we took it anyway. After the whole day of sightseeing in Paris, we took the metro back, rested a while and then decided to have dinner around the vicinity before taking the metro to the Moulin Rogue.
Walking around the vicinity of our hotel, we finally decided to on Les Fountaines which was just around the corner. We were looking for a smallish , more romantic type of french restaurant around the area but there wasnt any at sight and so we went into the Les Fountaines which turned out to be quite good. Chung loved the salad with the grilled prawn. We had our wines and then we just walked down the metro . In less than 15 minutes we were at the Moulin Rouge.
The queue was incredibly long... I think we must have stood for more than an hour, not a great thing to do at the end of a long walking day. Finally when as we got into the main hall, the red plush decor with all the bling bling was teasing. The seat they gave was disappointing - right at the side but then quite near the stage. The evening brighten up when the bottle of champagne arrived.
But then all things has a limit even the good ones and as much as I like my bubbly, after the numerous glasses of wine that day, I look at Chung - this is too much of a good thing. Then the show started, the costumes were fantastics, elaborate, glamorous with all the bling bling that is expected. Beautiful leggy girls but after half an hour, it suddenly was looking repetitive - the dance movement most certainly was. I could even do it in my sleep.
As the we sipped our champagne, it became increasingly difficult to reach the second half of the bottle, yes , we were actually watching the bottle. Then it came to a point where we were gulping the champagne and you know that you are no longer enjoying the drink but the show was coming to an end . The french can can was the finale and what a show that was - the energy of the girls , and the famous tune of the can can so OKAY this is probably the show.Suddenly the long queue and near slumber that we were nearly put into were forgotten and we were clapping along , cheering the girls. It ended too quickly I thought and the crowd dispersed. No strolling down but suddenly there was a rush as everyone was looking for the taxi queue. This doesnt look
What followed after that was probably the most exciting, adrenaline pumping experience in the whole trip. No taxi queue, no line just total chaos. No cabs in orderly line to pick passengers. Where are the cabs? Surely every cab in town would know that this would be the place to pick up passengers - right after a show . Instead , we had to cross the road where a crowd was making what looked like a queue. But the cabs were slow and then people were impatient and started to jump the line. Some people in the front , including my husband starting to show their impatience and tempers were quietly brewing. When this young man who obviously was bringing a family on a private tour started to try to cut the queue and steal the cab befo , we all started to shout at him. He failed at his earlier attempts and then waited patiently and when it was our turn I somehow knew he would try to grab ours.. Dont the Asian always get it for being meek and mild ? But we were tired and emboldened by the champagne and so when the cab came, my husband ran to the cab and I jumped into the cab. The crowd scolded the man and we saw unity - in the face of a queue cutter and taxi thief.
In the cab, my hero was still ranting about the idiot who wanted to steal our cab.. Now that it paris after midnight for us.,,Good night
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