Rather than write something about the place, I thought I would offer up a story of getting there. As to be expected, we departed from the center of Paris, the center being where tourism occurs in this case and where one of the two hotels that we stayed at was located, and it seemed an easy way to get there. Indeed it was, if one accounts for the lengthy (perhaps 45 minutes?) ride on the RER train (sort of a subway line) into the outskirts of the city, followed by a short bus ride (about seven stops, if memory serves correct, which it usually does in such instances). The best part about finding the bus is that upon arrival, I with my trusty written directions (written by myself on hotel stationary, of course) was looking around like the proverbial tourist and the people there (one woman and an employee of the bus lines) knew right away what I was there for. Not only did they point me to the place I had to wait for the bus, but I was provided with a bilingual map of how to get there and back. Getting on the bus proved a fun experience too, as it was abundantly clear that aside from myself and my partner, there was only one other person (a daft looking older architectural student and possible architect) who looked totally out of place. Right before my stop, the elderly woman behind me tapped my shoulder, smiled and said "Le Corbusier" (pointing to where I should get off, and where the Villa Savoye was).
And, then, through the gate, and a short walk through trees, and there it was.
No comments:
Post a Comment