
The photographer has just passed through the Egyptian section on the first floor of the Louvre. He is now facing the Pont des Arts passerelle or boardwalk. The iron-wrought balcony and the wing date back to Louis XIV, late 17th century. Le Pont des arts was built under Napoleon, around 1802. The “Institut” in the background is home to the Académie Française since its foundation by Richelieu in 1635. The year is 1964. Late winter probably*.

2014. Summer. The balcony has been restored. With gold leaf. The boardwalk is relatively new, rebuilt after a barge hit one of the pillars in the ’80’s.

2016. Looking back at the Louvre from the Pont des Arts.

A similar Louvre balcony as the one the two photos were taken from.

2015 plus change. The Institut de France from the right bank.

Le Pont-Neuf, the New Bridge, as seen from the Pont des arts. c. 2014. Before the padlocks were removed.

2016. L’institut, (left) from the boardwalk.

Le Pont des Arts today. Padlocks removed. (Thank God!) Glass panels have been placed in lieu of the wire-mesh. This is where the Seine splits in two arms, divided by the Ile de la Cité, at the centre.

2011. Hotel de Sens. Right between the Marais and the Seine, this small “hotel” (an old French word that meant palace, not today’s “hotel”), was built between 1475 and 1505. It is one of the last three medieval private residences left in Paris. The above photo (c)ourtesy MBZT 2011.

I thought those were the gardens of the Hotel de Sens, circa 2015. But the turret bothered me. Looked a bit different. As usual Scotty had landed me at a slightly different location. At the back, not at the front. He always does that. (I remember the time he dropped me in a snake pit in lieu of outside!) So those ARE the gardens of the Hotel de Sens. Now see the next shot:

Hotel de Sens*, winter 1963-1964. We will see the same blonde in further publications. An unaccounted for Time Travel Special Agent?

1964. Spring. La Conciergerie from the Quai de la Mégisserie, right bank. See the book-box on the left? One of my favourite vintage comics suppliers has his book-box to the right of this photo (Outside the frame). Given his age, he probably has had it since 1964.

La conciergerie. 2015. (Notice the differences?) That is taken from the Pont au change. This is were Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette were held prisoners during the Revolution. And later guillotined close by on the Place de la Concorde.

1964. La conciergerie.

2015. It has been cleaned up a bit.
1964 images come from “The Paris I love”, printed on the 15th on May 1964. (c) by Editions sun Paris. World rights reserved. Printed in France by Draeger and Braun. Photographs (marked with a *) by Patrice Molinard. The recent ones are mine.
Captain and crew thank you for flying Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. We are working on the biscuits-scones issue. Wishing y’all a nice week-end.



I absolutely love your Paris shots. Unfortunately, we only had one afternoon in the Louvre, and in the city itself for only a week before we encamped out to Croissy Sur Seine and the countryside where we found the cafe site of Renoir’s Boat Party, and to walk down a path by the river and recognize the outdoor cafe. Those two weeks are a bit of a blur except for strong pieces of memories. Thank goodness for the photos I managed to take. What is strong in my mind’s eye are the Gallo-Roman ruins beneath Notre Dame. It stunned me to stand at the edge a Parisii village and to wander the first levels of Ile de la Cite. Along with Renoir’s Boat Party cafe and the ruins below the cathedral, another stunner was to be wandering through collections of artifacts at the Cluny, turning a corner, and finding the Lady and the Unicorn tapestries. I sat in that little gallery for a long time.
Glad to stir up memories, Janet. You beat me to Croissy. never been there. Now, Cluny? One of my favourites. I will post La dame à la licorne in another post. That gallery (and the entire museum) is unique.
Have a lovely week-end. (Rain or no rain?)
Story from Cluny: after about four rooms os reliqueries, Cliff (who was ordained an RC priest years ago) grumbled, “if all the pieces of the true cross were put together, it would be a hundred feet tall.”
🙂 Absolutely. Same goes with Buddha’s toes, faithfully preserved in many a monastery. He must have had centipede feet. 😉
Memories revived, Brian! I’m sure that many hearts were broken when the padlocks were removed; though, it does now look so pristine. And yet the romantic in me did like the messy look of many lover’s sweet thoughts….
Guess I’ll always have the memories… 🙂
Memories are better. I stopped taking photos for many years because I realized I had better and clearer memories of events and places when I did not take pictures. 🙂
have a nice week-end Carolyn
And also, Brian ~ I’ve never been a great image taker because I have always felt it detracts from the moment. I have always preferred my memories, too…
It does distract form the moment. Now for me the great technological leap was the I-Phone. It’s not a camera. I just carry it in my back pocket. And it becomes an extension of my eye. No focussing, no light/speed adjustment. Just click and in the pocket it goes back. So I keep storing my visual memories. 🙂
Hahaha…. that is now my camera, too ~ and so much more!!! 🙂
Oh yes. Until I retired a couple of years ago, it had become my office. 🙂
Aujourd’hui le Pont des Arts est mort. Quel dommage!
I’d take ’64 anytime over the 21st (and following) century.
Scotty – you know the drill! 😉
To each period its own. Paris is now cleaner… The monuments more beautiful. I don’t miss the padlocks, though, I miss the picnics that could be had on the bridge. Verboten now… That is sad. 😦
“Cleaner, more beautiful”… That’s one way to see things. I see them as more lifeless, more abstract, more ‘verboten’ – as you say.
For so many people those padlocks were an extension to their very beings, anchors in time for their love and commitment to each-other. We live in such a cruel world… 😦
Then they could take their padlock back with them and lock it to their fence. The combined weight of the padlocks was – nearly – destroying the bridge. 😦 Now, by cleaner I mean that all monuments up to the sixties had accumulated so much grime over centuries it was hard to appreciate the details. See the 64 St-Germain-des-près photo and compare to today’s. I will post other photos where it is even clearer.
Yes, I understand the problem with overweight. Maybe they could’ve moved those panels to a specially-designed place, on land.
They could’ve manufactured and sold plastic padlocks – and even provided ad-hoc engraving services – before the weight issue. Now it’s too late for ideas.
Monuments may be cleaner but they lost that sense of time gone by. It’s a certain feeling one gets when standing in front of something that’s showing its age. But maybe it’s just me. 🙂
Yeah. Maybe. But the style and details show the age. I prefer the century-old stone as it was when it was built: creamy white.
I remember photos of Prague during the Russian invasion. The city was all soot-dark. Now, it is brilliantly coloured and much prettier. Be good.
Hehe, apparently we have different views on this matter. 🙂 Well, since I can’t afford traveling it really doesn’t matter how things go, whether they clean everything up or not. Old pictures might make me happy while current reality might make you happy. Everybody’s happy – case closed. 😀
I’m good. Too good for this century, but don’t tell anyone. 😛 XD
My lips are sealed. 🙂
I love your “Paris time patrol”, Brian 🙂
It looks like I am there. I love to remember my times in Paris.
Mo-hugs ❤
Paris is always a blessed memory.
B-Hugs back at you. And I hope everything will turn out ok. ❤
😀
Marvellous Paris. It’s years since I was last there. I love the atmosphere of the 60’s photos. And you are right about taking photos instead of ‘being there’. But I have become addicted to my digital camera even though I know this.
Yes the 60’s have become history. Our memories have become history. And about Paris? Hop on a plane. It is so close. (And bring your camera with you.) You will love it.
I know. You’re right!
Gorgeous pix Brian.
Thanks Trisha. 🙂
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Travelling with you,is a wonderful experience!I set foot on German soil yesterday.Visiting my son in Aalen and from tomorrow travelling a few places,as I have told you before.
Wilkomen in Deutschland. 🙂 You must be so glad to reunite with your son. Enjoy your trip. I have seen bits of sun in Europe on the news. Wish you lots of sun.
Thanks Brian…I went off the air for a while…enjoyed Germany very much.Now in Amsterdam.To us the weather is quite cold,but the sun is shining.
Amsterdam in April. Can be chilly. Windbreakers and warm clothes. Have you gone to see the tulips? Should be blooming by now.
Oh yes we went there…it was stunning!
Isn’t it? I guess that’s why they have winter. (And Dutch winter is dreary…) For the glory of Spring. Look forward to your posts on that. Enjoy your travel.
We are nearly finished with our tour.I just put a few ipad photo’s on my blog,because I cannot use my camera photo’s without downloading them on my computer.Will write more when I get home again.
nearly finished? That was short, but clearly rich in every minute. 🙂 Enjoy the remainder of your tour. Tot ziens.
Two weeks…money,money,money…with our Rand that went down the drain last week,South Africans won’t be able to tour Europe very soon!😝
Last week? Sorry to hear that. At least you were gone for two weeks, which is a decent enough length of time. And with your eyes full of memories which are worth millions. Happy Easter
Thanks Brian…happy Easter to you as well!
Welcome back.
Why did they remove the padlocks?Did they become too heavy and also ugly?Interesting,when somebody starts an idea,how everyone copies it!!Humans are really like sheep..lol.
They are. Thing started in Italy, I believe then spread… To the point that there were 700kgs of padlocks per panel. Some just broke down and fell into the river. I liked the wire mesh, but the glass panels are the only solution. (Provided they are not scratched with keys) 🙂
And you always get those bafoons scratching on everything!
Oh yeah. Everywhere. In some places it becomes street art, which is fine unless it’s painted no your door. 😉
It feels like walking down to the past days when I visited Paris. Thank you for the tour, I do miss Europe and glad to know those padlocks are gone!
Selamat Pagi Indah! Apa kabar? 😉 Good to see you and glad you enjoyed the tour. (The padlocks were a mess. Really. 700 kilos per panel. A few panels just broke and fell into the river… Good riddance)
How are you guys doing? Adjusting to the US?
Love the combination of old and new! Makes it so interesting to think about how it was before! 🙂
It does. (I personally remember how dark Paris was in the ’60’s) Glad you liked it. Have a nice week. Brian
I wonder is the Hotel de Sans still privately owned? Lucky people.
Good question. I was misguided “private medieval residences”… Just checked, it is publicly owned and houses a library: the Forney Library, focused on posters and advertising. 🙂 Great. A new place to visit this summer. 😉
(Now, there are many, many castles in France still privately owned…)
I do love a good library. Take photos for me!
Will do. And the weirdest thing is that I only know the gardens side. ‘coz that is the most direct street to le Marais. I don’t know the other side! Incredible. I will have to walk around the block. 😉
Interesting…I loved the Marais.
It is quite loveable. One of the oldest parts of the city. 🙂 And well developed in the last 10-15 years.
At your recommendation I visited on my last trip. It was delightful.
Glad you liked it. It is different. 🙂
I never tire of Paris nostalgia. Thank you for feeding it. 😁Those love locks have become an unsightly fungus that just keeps spreading. I’m glad they got rid of them there, at least.
Agreed on all counts. 🙂
(I have quite a bit of material still for the Paris Time Patrol) 🙂
Stay tuned. Bonne semaine à Prague. (Et bonjour à Monsieur) 😉
I am considering moving to France and each time I see nice pictures of it, my mind starts to pack my bagguage.
There are worse places to go, trust me, despite my grumpy compatriots. Where do you live?
In Hungary, Capital city. Not too far.
Fascinating. So you speak Magyar? Do you understand the Finns a bit? Yours are supposed to be related languages. How do you say goodbye in Magyar?
I do not speak Finns, actually I have never compared the two languages. 🙂 Viszlát or Viszontlátásra. 🙂
Viszlát? OMG. My languages are either latin languages or germanic. I find it easy to recognize words in other languages of those families, but here? Not a clue. Same happened to me in Prague. Slavic radicals (semantically) are not recognizable at all. Beer in Czech is pivô! Does Viszlát involve VISion? “see” you lat(er)?
So, I learned a new word. Viszlát it is.
“lát” means “see”. 🙂
Haha! That’s exactly what I mean. “lát”? Not even a remote ressemblance to see/sehen or voir/ver/vedere. 😉