Mark in front of the Opera House, in Lille’s Old City

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.

Morning in the Old City

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.

The Palais de Beaux Art was a gorgeous building. Sadly the architecture was the highlight.

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.

My favorite – the walking/running trails in the Citadel Park

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.

The quaint Old City

More Mark

It’s a city made for outdoor drinking and dining

Lunch at Brasserie Campion, a crazy good restaurant we stumbled on

Another great lunch at Jour de Pesce, a fish restaurant

While Mark was distinctly unimpressed with the cathedral, the Church of St. Maurice had that old European church smell and some beautiful stained glass windows

A quick outdoor espresso on arrival in Lille

See? I said it was a city for eating outdoors

So many interesting buildings

Another church in Lille, but this one was closed for renovation

Notre Dame sports a gleaming new central spire as it prepares to re-open in December, less than six years after its devastating fire

Ready for our first lunch in France on a perfect Paris street under perfect weather

Celebrating the imminent rebirth of Notre Dame

For our summer vacation this year, we decided we wanted to travel extensively in France. The idea was to get to the corners of the country that we’ve missed in our past travels. We’ll spend all of July and August — 9 weeks — getting to know this amazing country better than ever.

That means we’re doing a couple things differently from how we typically like to travel. To begin with, we are squeezing 25 stops into this trip, meaning an average stay in each location of just 2-1/2 nights. We usually make very few stops under three nights, preferably longer, but we’re being a bit more ambitious here so we can cover more territory. Our theory is that France has hundreds of small towns or medium-sized cities that would be perfect places to spend a couple days. We want to get to know a good sample.

We will also be traveling by car more than usual — about six of the nine weeks. The rest will be by train, which we generally prefer. But of course a car really helps us get to some of the more remote places we want to cover on this trip. Our itinerary is designed so that we rarely spend more than 2 or 3 hours in transportation from place to place.

We left steamy New York on June 30 and landed in Paris July 1 for a brief three-night stay to get started. Paris is one of only three stops on this trip that we’ve both already been to. The others are Bordeaux and Lyon, both wonderful places where stops help to break up the travel into bite size pieces.

If you are flying into Paris you can hardly not stay a little! Three nights here is of course way too little, but it’s better than nothing. We spent those three days marveling at just how beautiful this city is. The weather was glorious. It was even on the cool side for July, making for perfect walking.

As a special bonus, my dear friend of more than 40 years, Shideh, happened to be visiting here from Sweden for a short weekend visit with a couple of her cousins from Los Angeles. So the highlight of Day One was a visit to the Pompidou Center with Shideh and her cousin Faraz to see a Brancusi exhibit, followed by a cafe stop and a lovely dinner. Great way to kick off the trip.

At the Pompidou Center with Shideh

A delightful dinner

Cafe stop with Shideh

Dinner with Shideh and her cousin Faraz

I’d be remiss not to point out a couple other notable happenings in Paris at this time. First is the incredible rebirth of Notre Dame following the devastating fire of 2019. Its brand new central spire was just revealed a few months ago. The cathedral will reopen in December, an unbelievable feat in light of the amount of destruction and the challenge of putting together the plans and the thousands of workers, craftsmen, and experts need to restore it to its medieval glory. We were incredibly moved by the displays around the worksite of the restoration process and the workers making it happen.

And of course Paris is getting ready to host the 2024 summer Olympics in just a few short weeks. It was fun to see the preparations everywhere. Many of the venues are right smack in the center of the city, including the river Seine, which will host the first ever opening ceremony to take place outside of a stadium. As with the rebuilding of Notre Dame, the French can do incredibly ambitious and creative things when they want to. We’re going to be out of here before the Olympic crowds arrive, but it’ll be fun to be in France while it’s all happening.

In the art world, we enjoyed a fantastic exhibit at the Pompidou Center of the work of the Romanian Constantin Brancusi, the first truly modern sculptor. It may be our last visit to the Pompidou before it closes in 2025 for a five-year massive renovation. And Jim went to an exhibit he was crazy about at the Orsay Museum, celebrating the 150th anniversary of the first large Impressionist art exhibit. It featured works from the 1874 Impressionist exhibit, a radical opposition to the official French Salon, as well as the official Salon of the same year. It was like seeing history change right before your eyes.

We are right now sitting on one of France’s incredibly fast TGV trains, flying north to Lille, right on the border with Belgium, for the next stop of this summer adventure in France.

The Hotel de Ville all dressed up for the Olympics

Massive construction of Olympic venues right in the Place de la Concore

Jim’s steak tartare at one lunch stop came with an amazing mustard selection

More Shideh at the Pompidou Center

Brancusi at the Pompidou Center

Heavenly spot at the Luxembourg Garden

Perfect Parisian streetscape

No way I’m going to pass up a picture with this cat!

A full moon rising over our resort

It’s the kind of place where they can actually produce a good martini!

Evening entertainment from our Transnistrian jazz duo

From Dalat we traveled by car 3-1/2 hours back to the coast, but further south, where the turquoise sea meets craggy mountains ringed by sandy beaches. Near a village called Vinh Hai is a resort called Amanoi, part of the very swish hotel group Aman. Saving the best for last, we reserved a room here for our final resort stay of the trip.

The hotel was fantastic, but the weather was not exactly cooperative. It was hot and sunny enough, for sure, but it was also incredibly windy. The whole time. Jim didn’t even seem to mind much, but I can only enjoy the beach so much with endless, persistent wind. Five days of wind, wind, wind.

One funny story from the Amanoi: We’d read that there was a jazz duo from Moldova in residence for a couple months to entertain us in the lounge area. Moldova is kind of an obscure place, the least visited country in Europe. We have actually been there, though most people know pretty much nothing about the place.

We chatted a bit with the performers, and I asked, “So, you are from Moldova?” The very friendly singer responded that they were actually from a place nobody ever heard of called Transnistria. You may recall that we’ve also been to Transnistria, the very bizarre breakaway Russian enclave on the edge of Moldova. When we told her we’d actually been there, she seemed almost confused and said, “Oh, I guess it must be getting more popular.” I assured her that was not the case.

A pretty lake on the extensive grounds of the Amanoi

A dining table at the extremely Zen-elegant Amanoi

The Cliff Pool. We would have this entirely to ourselves for hours in the morning.

The beachfront pool. It was pretty, but windy as hell.

Buzzy Saigon

In front of Xu, a cool restaurant in Saigon

From Ninh Hai we caught a quick flight to Saigon (officially Ho Chi Minh City, but people still call it Saigon) for our last two nights in Vietnam. It felt like sort of an obligatory stop since we needed to fly out of there to get home. And if we have to go there, we might as well book two nights, though we wouldn’t want any more than that. We remembered Saigon as a big, crowded, super hot place we don’t love that much.

But then we noticed something unexpected from our last blog post from Saigon 9 years ago. That time we had booked a hotel there for three nights — no more than that, since we remembered it as big, hot, and crowded. But we got there and loved it so much we extended our stay for two nights — and then went back for another couple after that! We’d just completely forgotten that discovery.

While there was no opportunity to extend our stay this time, we did again discover a city that is really pulsing with life. It’s got an excitement you can only have in a nation’s biggest city. There’s more wealth, more color, better restaurants, better spoken English. Like New York, the nation’s premier city attracts the best of the best.

At a lovely colonial style French restaurant in Saigon

A plaza wrapped in dragons

Lunch at the French place






[ So that is the official end of our trip to Vietnam. You may, gentle reader, wish to leave this blog now. Do not continue on unless you are willing to be subjected to a long, angry travel nightmare rant. I will at least compensate you with pretty pictures from Doha, Qatar along the edges. ]

Lunch at an Iraqi restaurant in Doha

The National Museum of Qatar is a stunning piece of architecture by Jean Nouvel

The exhibits include incredible wall projections throughout the huge museum

An amazing Japanese dinner at our hotel’s rooftop restaurant

So then it was time to catch our flight home — which would consist of an 8-hour flight to Doha, Qatar, and then a 14-hour flight to JFK. We could have done two flights with a minimal connection time, but that would have gotten us home to New York late at night, and I hate arriving home late at night. I find that depressing. So I instead booked flights that gave us an overnight in Doha, followed by a nice afternoon arrival back home. We’ve been to Doha before, and it has its charms.

But when we arrived at the check in desk at the Saigon airport, we were informed that the flight to Doha was overbooked, every single other person had checked in, and there were no more seats. But no problem, they said, they had re-booked us on another airline, Cathay Pacific, with a one-hour connection in Hong Kong. Apparently it had not occurred to them that maybe we had plans in Doha. And a non-refundable hotel room there. And that we’d paid thousands of dollars for the flights that worked for us. And that it is against U.S. law to sell us a plane ticket and bump us without compensation that we’ve agreed to. And that someone was staying at our house for the month, and we didn’t really care to get home a day early and boot her out.

We were shocked and furious. And they were implacable. They’d given our (reserved) seats away to someone else, and there was absolutely no room for us. Nothing we could do. We tried to fight them and got nowhere. Then two more people arrived at the business class check in to be told that they, too, were screwed out of their seats. A manager who was now involved kept insisting, as if it were a great consolation, that we could email a complaint to the airline. That didn’t make us feel one bit better.

At one point during this dreadful standoff, Jim conceded that there was really nothing we could do. We probably just had to accept the new seats on Cathay Pacific and deal with all the associated problems. So we told them to go ahead and give us the new boarding passes. The manager pointed to some crummy, crowded seats nearby and told us to go wait there because the Cathay Pacific desk wouldn’t open for another hour and a half.

That was it. Jim informed the agents that we would do no such thing. We were going to stay right where we were, in their faces, until we had the seats we’d paid for. The two other victims were pretty equally insistent that they weren’t going anywhere either.

About a half hour into this ugly standoff, the original agent quietly told us that she could now go ahead and print up our original boarding passes. After a few more minutes, all four of us had boarding passes for the very seats we had reserved in the first place. There was no explanation offered as to how the situation suddenly got resolved. It seems like they were simply lying to us, hoping that we’d take the fall instead of whoever came along next.

Incidentally, when we booked these seats many months ago, we had two possible routes, at similar cost, that worked equally well — one on Singapore Airlines and this one on Qatar. I chose Qatar because I’d just read a survey that ranked them as the best business class airline in the world. Our experience both in and out of Vietnam was a nightmare. They lied to us on both ends. Do not fly Qatar Airways.

The spectacular Doha skyline from dinner