Friday, August 20, 2021


The UK and Paris in the 1960's

I've been thinking about writing a blog about the time we spent in London outside London and Paris in 1967/8 but I found a small booklet I had written some musings in and decided now was the day to write exactly what I had written down in the diary…here goes
 

 

Firstly under the heading London I wrote a list of some of the places we saw while there and here they are: 

 

We walked or took a bus - I believe that now I sit on my bum a lot I have earned the rest after walking around London and Paris for months and months…                      - 

 

London Museum 

Carnaby Street 

National Gallery 

The Tower or London (including the crown jewels) 

Mansion House 

Stock Exchange 

Post Office Tower 

Trafalgar Square 

Hyde Park and also Hyde Park Corner 

The Monument 

Cleopatra's Needle 

Selfridges 

Harrods and Mary Quants boutique "Way In" 

The Planatarium 

Portobello Road 

Kings Road, Chelsea 

The Design Centre 

Royal Albert Hall 

Bank of England 

Cutty Sark 

Greenwich 

Kew Gardens 

Kensington Gardens 

Downing Street 

Horse Guards 

Buckingham Palace 

Royal Guards 

Big Ben 

Houses of Parliament 

Westminster Abby 

British Museum 

The Guildhall 

Lambeth Palace London University  

Lloyds 

The Old Bailey 

St James Palace 

Royal Exchange 

Scotland Yard - Old and New 

St Pauls Cathedral 

Wallace Collection 

Tower Bridge 

Royal Festival Hall 

Victoria Station 

Waterloo Station 

Regents Park and Zoo 

Somerset House 

South Kensington Museum 

The Temple 

The City 

Public Records Office and Museum 

National Portrait Museum 

Madam Trusaudes Wax Museum 

Covent Garden 

St Mary's Bow Street Church 

St Columbia, Pont Street Church 

Cenotaph 

Green Park 

Dorchester Hotel 

The Savoy Hotel 

Grovenor House Hotel 

St James Park 

Wellington Barricks 

The Grenadier Pub 

New Zealand House, The Haymarket 

A boarding house in Pimlico 

 

We also went out of town to see:- 

Cambridge 

Oxford 

Canterbury 

Hatfield House 

Hampton Court 

Blenheim Palace 

 

Then we went by Jet to Paris for a weekend so I will digress here and come back to London shortly 

 

"Paris" 

We flew to Paris on the 11th September 1967 from Heathrow Airport to the  Aeroport de Paris.  We flew on a BEA Trident jet which only took 38 minutes at 21,000 feet going over and because of a busy sky over the channel back from Paris at an altitude of 17,000 feet. The plane ascended and flew straight for only about a quarter of an hour before we started to descend into Heathrow - up and down like a yoyo… 

 

We spent from that Friday night (we left London at 10.30 a.m. and arrived in Paris city terminal at 11.30) didn't take long at all.  We stayed until Sunday evening. We requested an earlier flight back so they charted us all an additional two pounds 5 shillings each for a the earlier flight and boy was my mother pissed off (her behaviour is for another blog altogether)…lol 

 

Eiffel Tower 

UNESCO Building 

Louvre 

Sacre Coeur 

Petit Palais 

Rodin Museum 

The Palace of Versailles 

Grand Trianon 

Petit Trianon 

Museum of Carrages 

Watermill and farm of Mare Antoinette - also the Hamlet 

Comique we saw an opera called Werther 

Folies Bergere 

Crazy Horse Salon 

Lido 

Moulin Rou;ge 

Fontainbleau 

Etoile 

Champs Elysees 

Paris Opera House 

Arc de Triomphe 1 and 11 

Madeleine 

Natre Dame 

(p.s. I got hives from the wine I drank) 

Notre Dame 

George V Hotel 

 

After collecting our bags from the bus we had arrived - the air terminal was just along from the Eiffel Tower on the left bank so we had a magnificent view of Paris riding along in the taxi we had hailed. 

 

The hotel we had booked was not up to scratch it was a tad dingy and slightly dirty (no cleaner on site I would imagine) and they didn't seem to care it was called the Bel Air Hotel, 5 Rue Rampon, Paris X1.  We had bed and breakfast for 17 shillings each.  The breakfast consisted of a lump of bread and pat of butter or a croissant, hot milk with our coffee - I could swear I lost 10 pounds in weight without the English breakfasts we were used to…lol 

 

Then it was out to sightsee - the Champs Elysees had some georgeous cafes so we usually had lunch there, a club sandwich from 4 francs which was about six shillings (cheap but delicious food) Our favourite cafĂ© was on the left hand side of the road walking down towards to Lido. 

 

On the Friday afternoon my mother, Nora (who came with us) went shopping mostly window shopping though as we didn't have much money (Richard went his own way for the afternoon) we were all meeting up at the hotel at dinner time to get dressed to go out.   Mother did purchase one fantastic item (which I still have today) was a set of gold lame place mats for 6 at a dining room table, lacey and absolutely beautiful. p.s. I'm going to use them next month when I have my 72nd birthday party (that’s another potential blog as I'm totally over Covid 19 and want to PARTY and feel refreshed hence a birthday bash) 

 

We all ended up splitting up and I lost the other two and ended up meeting with Richard we both turned up at the Sacre Couere (spelling my downfall)  you could purchase tapes and listen in English about the church which was a great idea.  I looked around the church which was totally mind blowing and I noticed a young man standing listening to a tape and we smiled at each other and decided to talk about what we were seeing.   That was how I med John Little a young Scottish lad who was working for an American oil company in Paris.  As I had lost the other 3 by now I decided to have a drink with John and we walked down the stairs (there are a lot of them up to the church) and we went into a bar at the bottom of the hill and had a couple of glasses of wine.  That’s when he asked me out to dinner that evening, I said yes but  had to ask my mother if it would be okay to dish the dinner plans we already had as it happened when we all met back at the hotel John was instandly liked by all three and both mum and Nora thought he was a bit of a heart throb with dark curly hair, tall with a great scottish accent.  He was about 35 and I was only 18 but I saw to harm no foul in going out with him in a strange land and not knowing anything much about him. 

 

He took me to dinner at a great restaurant and then we took a taxi to a night club called the Crazy Horse.  Now that’s a total blog story of its own.   I never saw him again after he took me back to the hotel but I will always remember how kind and what a gentleman he was.  I'm missing out bits of this story and will have to leave it here as I think I've done my 800 words and will write a second instalment tomorrow for you guys to read.  All the fine print 

 

Cheers and best wishes (stay safe)