The First Year Ad students had a great time in Paris with their tutor Phil just before Easter. We stayed in a really friendly hotel based in a lively, fun part of town. Everyone did lots of different things while they were there. Lots of museums and monuments were visited. Art was admired. Selfies were taken in every conceivable location around Paris.Some people did lots of window shopping, whilst the richer students went in for some real shopping. Lots of lovely French food was eaten (snails included) and the odd glass of wine was drunk. A great time was had by all. And thanks to Bucks New Uni’s ‘Big Deal’, all it cost each student for this extravagant week away was £15. Tres bien!, indeed!
Read the diaries of Katie and Maddie below –
In one Parisien restaurant, some excited students inexplicably mistake a brown plaster column for a French chocolate dessert. It didn’t taste as good as it looked!
At a mere 165 Euros, ( about £120) this chocolate Easter Bunny made the perfect gift to take home from Paris.
The Arc de Triomphe at night made a memorable sight for this group of happy revellers.
Here’s Katie’s diary of events…
We are Ads on Tour. I’ll give you a minute to let you realise how cool that is…
Our mission: survive Paris. The ring leader: Phil.
You know it will be an interesting trip when you send twenty Creative Advertising students to a foreign country armed with insulting socks and a bald man. So, at 6.10am on the morning of Tuesday 10th March, the expedition commenced. The troops rallied together and we made our way to ‘THE TUNNEL’. It was unclear whether we would ever make it up the escalators to the train as we battled the brutal force of the Parisians, eager to return home. But we did, so do not fret.
After a long 3 hour journey on a train that looked like it should have been left in the 1950’s, we arrived. Within moments of unloading at the station, Phil’s ‘pick pocket radar’ was fully functioning. Coincidently, around 83% of the French population are thief’s. Seems legit.
We quickly dropped our bags off at the hotel and then nipped out for a stroll around Paris to get our bearings. While some chose to indulge themselves in Parisian architecture in the form of the Notre Dame, others chose to sample their first french baguette.
Our first evening was spent travelling across the city to Bruce’s favourite restaurant, Le Chartier. Feasts of snails, frogs legs, steak and wine were had by some. I can personally recommend the tomatoes. We regrouped at the hotel and then hit the town, dipping our toes into the night life of the Latin District. This was a short lived activity as the only bar that let in a group of drunken English students was offensively overpriced. Reluctantly, we slunk down the street, past Max and Lewis trying their luck with the locals and back to the hotel.
The next day we decided to split up and experience the most touristy places around: the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Pompidou, art galleries, ice cream vans and the Arc De Triomphe. Having Phil on hand to pass on his wealth of knowledge proved extremely handy, as the majority of us hadn’t a clue how to say our own names in French, let alone read intellectual articles. Next on the agenda was to sample the local bars. The jazz bar, situated just around the corner proved to be a favourite. Although it didn’t play any jazz… alas, Never Have I Ever saved the day once more.
As our last day loomed ever closer, we decided to mourn in style by viewing 8 million skeletons down in the Catacombs. This proved a very chilling moment for us all as the temperature was around 7°. After the bone fights had finished, we lost ourselves in Paris, literally. A supermarket provided us with french stick, brie, soft cheese, strawberries and red wine. With this in hand, we made our way to the Luxembourg Gardens and enjoyed the most French picnic imaginable. While we basked in the delightful sunshine, the man from ‘Up’ paid us a sneaky visit.
On our final night we decided to go out as a group to an underground club. Probably becoming the most eventful evening of the trip, we adopted a traffic cone and managed to anger local Parisians, before befriending all sorts of different people who’s memories will live on with us forever. Mainly in the form of the stolen hat given to Bruce as a souvenir.
The last morning came around too quickly. With only a few hours sleep under our belts, we arose early to finish our packing. A few of us managed to make a few more stops before we left; the shocking and solemn Charlie Hebdo offices, local patisseries, and a final glance of the Eiffel Tower.
We kept high spirits on the train journey home, maybe making a few too many inappropriate remarks in ear shot of other passengers. As we arrived back in London and before we sulked off to Wycombe, we obviously had time to squeeze in one more group selfie. It was definitely four days that none of us will ever forget. I am happy to say, we all survived Paris. Mission accomplished.
Ads on Tour – the return!
and what did Maddie make of it…
Bread,Brie and Booze!
It all started with 21 pairs of socks. Obviously a great idea at the time, we thought we need some form of item of clothing to symbolise we were ‘Ads on Tour’, but being the creative bunch we are, t-shirts were a bit too cliché, so socks were the answer. Hand crafted by an innocent old lady in Scotland, she beautifully printed names such as Chananal, Ex-Slut and ToyBoy on to said socks.
So came the morning we departed and after multiple questions of ‘are we under the sea yet?’ and ‘is this the tunnel?’ we arrived in the city of love. As all good students do, the first task was to orientate ourselves with the nearest cheap bar. Our options were promising; it included a Jazz Bar round the corner, a colourful club called ‘The Chameleon’ and a place named ‘The Mazet’ whose signs were all in English. Then it was time for the ‘we’re in Paris’ Snapchats and tweets to begin. Once the necessities were out of the way sightseeing could commence. Armed with maps and cameras we began to explore.
As we wandered around Paris, attempting to take photographs that Bruce (our first year tutor) would be proud of, we quickly realised that the French Highway Code was worlds away from the tame Brit version. The standard instinct of ‘they will stop for us’ was rendered useless in this country of ‘they’ll stop if they hit you… maybe’. Phil (second year tutor) marched ahead while we trotted behind like puppies trying not to get run over.
Eager to please Bruce we visited his favourite restaurant on the first night, only questioning our devotion to our tutor after we each stole a menu for him. We then experienced our first night out in Paris and the French attitude towards British students. After being turned away from multiple bars we did not let this faze us and so we powered on through the night, making our own fun, with games such as ‘let’s see who looks French enough to make it past the doorman’ – Max won. Once we’d conquered the doors, the next feat to overcome was ordering. After briefly scanning the prices, we promptly left.
Sightseeing was a little more successful. Quickly grasping the metro system we all agreed that it wasn’t as coordinated as London’s. After visiting all the ‘must-sees’ such as the Louvre, Notre Dame and the Pompidou, the Catacombs were next on the agenda. I highly do not recommend this if skeletons aren’t your thing, as you certainly do get €8 worth of bones.
The events of the last night are yet to be confirmed, as we were unable to find a reliable source that could account accurately for the whole night. But what video proof does show is Max and Lewis scaled the roof of the hotel, making a new friend in the process; a traffic cone was turned into a microphone, upsetting a small Parisian lady who need to be up at 8am; and Harriet had an unfortunate fall off her bed, this was captured on video and will probably haunt her for the rest of her years at university.
As a right of passage into Creative Advertising at Bucks we survived 4 days in Paris, enduring €1.80 wine and realisation we should’ve listened more in GCSE French. Returning back to the UK with French sticks and Brie I feel it is safe to say we have left our mark.
Bucks Ad school leaves it’s mark in Paris – gosh – looks like Phil to me!