OK, so after a quick visit to Paris this is the real start of our French trip, the first of 22 stops that are new to us. As Mark mentioned we’re going to be moving fast, so this was a two-day stop. The quick summary is that Lille (pronounced “leel”) is a lovely, lively town worthy of a two-night stop, but not more than that to be honest.
First was a fast and fabulous hour-long train ride north from Paris. The TGV, France’s high-speed rail, really moves. I don’t know what the average speed was, but it takes two-and-a-half hours to drive between Lille & Paris but little over an hour on the train. Heck, I barely had time to take a nap and *snap* we were pulling into Lille.
On arrival you notice a couple things quickly. First, you’ve gone a long way north; suddenly it feels almost Nordic. Now, Paris itself is surprisingly far north, north of Duluth, Minnesota, and that’s up there. But Lille is another 120 miles north of that, further north than anything in the U.S. except of course Alaska. So here we are, arriving on the 4th of July, and the temperature is in the 50s in the morning and almost never reaching 70 degrees. After late June in New York this is pretty nice!Second you quickly notice that the train station is only minutes from the center of the Old City. A lot of Lille was badly damaged during World War II but the center was largely spared leaving this cute, historic district with some beautiful buildings. It’s worth nothing, of course, that it’s a pretty small district; after an hour or two of wandering around you’ve pretty much seen it all.
What else is there to see in Lille? There are two major sites, the cathedral and an art museum, and they were both kind of busts. Mark went to the cathedral (I was doing laundry) and quickly texted me not to waste my time when I was free. It was built to replace Lille’s major church, destroyed during the French Revolution, but took some 150 years – from 1854 to 1999 – to complete. And while much of the church is classic Gothic, the façade is a truly ugly modern structure. He hated it and since I’d already walked past it and seen that weird front I didn’t go to see it.
And then the art museum, the Palais des Beaux Arts, has the second largest collection in France, behind only the Louvre. Apparently the gap between numbers one and two is pretty large; there just wasn’t much there to impress. A kind of second-rate El Greco, a few Reubens and that was about it. They had an exhibit linking Monet to Joan Mitchell, one of the giants of abstract expressionism. So they had three of her late-in-life works and six of his. Interesting but … modest.
With that said, there were still some highlights. As I said the Old City – especially the central square, the Grand Place – was nice. The food was nothing short of great; every meal was a treat. There is a wonderful park maybe half a mile west of the city center, perfect for walking, running, and reading … and I did all three there. A really nice gym that sold day passes for just €10. And then one thing we love about traveling in France: laundromats everywhere!That’s it, then. A quick, rewarding stop in Lille. Next up, Amiens.