Paris was made for walking. On a sunny day that is. Yes, there are sunny days in Paris. Forget about rushing to-and-fro from one museum to a monument to shopping to this or that landmark. Just walk. Stroll. With your nose up in the air. (Mind the dog poop on the sidewalk though). Walk and see. Turn right in an unknown street. Take an express at the counter in the first café. Then go out and walk and walk again… Au hasard des rues…
Rue de Vaugirard, the longest street in Paris, at the corner of the Rue de la Convention. I rent a small house nearby for the summer.
Notre-Dame. I still remember in the early sixties when it was all dark and sooty.
The little house I rent for the summer. Complete with garden and shade. Perfect for a cheese, wine and baguette lunch outside.
Pont Napoléon III. The building to the right houses the Tribunal Correctionnel, a first circuit penal court. Further down the quay is the Police Judiciaire, 36 Quai des orfèvres, where Commissaire Maigret pursued criminals. Saint-Michel is to the left.
Acute Diarrhea. Break the glass. Bus stop ad. (Comes in vanilla and orange flavour…)
“Allons enfants de la patri-i-e”. Rouget de Lisle wrote the Chant de guerre de l’armée du Rhin (War song of the Rhine army) in 1792 as all of Europe launched itself on the French Revolution. The song is now known as “La marseillaise”.
Palais de Tokyo, Paris. On the right bank, across the Seine from the Eiffel tower.
Oh, my Paris skies… Rue de l’Université.
Quai de la Tournelle.
“Frères humains qui après nous vivez…” Ballade des pendus, François Villon. “My human brothers who after us will live…” Ballad of the hanged man. François Villon (1431-1463) is the greatest French poet of the late Middle Ages. A ruffian, a brawler, he spent many a night in jail. Was condemned to death by hanging. He composed the Ballad of the hanged man in prison. On appeal Parliament revoked the sentence but condemned him to banishment. He was 31. And was never heard of since. His poetry remains. That particular street is the 15th arrondissement.
A Paris promenade…
Thank you for walking along. There’s a café right around the corner. Let’s go grab a glass of wine. Fresh. A Brouilly maybe? A + (tard). See you around.