Jupiter and Séléné. (Though he claims to be Jupiter, it is not a portrait of Macron). Gustave Moreau. Late 19th century.
Alexandre III bridge. One the most beautiful bridges in Paris. Alexandre III was Emperor of Russia then. The bridge was named after him. If you take the “pont”, you will find the Grand Palais to your left, the Petit Palais to your right. (Summer 2021)
Sous les toits de Paris. Under the paris roofs. Rue des Saint-pères.
Alexandre III bridge, late afternoon. As I have said many times before, time of day is very important for some pictures in Paris.
Uderzo exposition at the Maillol museum. Albert Uderzo, who died recently, had created with his friend René Goscinny, the characters of Astérix and Obélix. Universally recognized as THE representation of the French spirit. L. to r. on the wall: Assurancetourix the crazy bard, Obélix, and Astérix. In the front, a classic Maillol statue.
Medical school, Rue des Saint-pères. Nouit and Thot, the ibis god. Nouit (had to look her up), or Nout (Nut in English) is the Egyptian Goddess of the sky and the mother of all stars.
Doorknob number umpteen. Rue de Lille. Maybe. Lost track.
Rodin by Auguste Legros, 1882. Musée Rodin.
“Fetch! Fetch!”, By Charles Delcourt. A strange photo expo in a strange garden west of Paris. The isle of Eigg is part of the Scottish Hebrides. Can’t imagine the water temperature. Doesn’t seem to bother the dog though.
“Fontaine des lices, Saint-Tropez”, 1895, by Paul Signac. I’ve featured Signac before. One of the fathers of Pointillisme with Seurat. What struck me there was the date. I’d always thought Saint-Tropez was a “creation” of the 50’s and 60’s. (I personally dislike the place. But then I’m such a snob, right?). Well, as early as 1895, artists already went to Saint-Trop’.
Wallace fountain, providing clean water to Parisians and visitors since 1872. I had heard that the mayor of Paris wanted to replace them by modern contraptions. Nope. Fake news. Good. I don’t like the Mayor, but facts are facts.
Roman legionnaire above: “So, Gaul. Are you coming to surrender?”. Astérix’s answer below is – typically French – and understandable, right? Uderzo, at the Musée Maillol.
Hector Vth, the hedgehog, in Marie’s hands, Taverny. Our friends adopted an entire family of hedgehogs who now live and thrive in their garden, outside Paris.
“A sunday on the banks of the Seine, Juvisy-sur-Orge.” By Henri Cartier-Bresson, in the 50’s. Wine, cheese, saucissson. The river banks. All the perfect ingredients. My brother, while he was on the barricades of May 1968, saw Cartier-Bresson walking around, taking pictures, . “A little old man, with an old-fashioned coat and a Leica”, my brother says.
“The Orient.” René Magritte, 1941. All of Europe was occupied then. And still artists managed to create, as an answer to the arbitrary.
Traveller 990, Musée Rodin.
Traveller 989. Jean d’Aire, one of the burghers of Calais. By Rodin, bien sûr.
Amélie Poulain’s grocery store in Montmartre is closed. (See her picture to the left). Many businesses have folded during the pandemic.
Faces of Paris. The lady with the lion hat. 1912. Peace still. A million were drafted two years later. (Not entirely sure about the figure. During the course of the war, millions more were drafted. Are we now ready to go to war with China? Gimme a break.
Lion sans Lady. Or is it a ram? Hmmm. Any biologist in our midst?
Saint-Germain des prés. Where “Bébel”, Jean-Paul Belmondo’s funeral office was recently held.
Same. (Angle and light…) Taken from the Boulevard Saint-Germain.
“Just one last drink before the road. Goldilocks’ already gone. Hips!” Near the gardens of the Luxembourg.
A green door for the colour-blind, a sadly neglected minority.
The oldest houses in Paris, François Miron street. Middle Ages, around 1400’s. Houses then relied heavily on wood for structure. Obvious candidates for fires. (Think the London fire in the 1600’s) Imagine all the houses in Paris built so in the Middle Ages?
Sphinx at the Musée de la Légion d’honneur. Just around the corner from Orsay.
Albert Camus (1913-1960), by Cartier-Bresson in 1944. He died young in a car crash. One the greatest French writers of the 20th century and beyond. Who knows what other major reflections he would shared with us? (Instead we were stuck with Sartre…)
L. to r. the Louvre, le pont Royal, and Orsay.
Charles Trenet (1913-2001) by Patrick Pullman. He started his career in the 30’s, revolutionizing French songs. They called him “le fou chantant”, the singing madman – or fool -. His songs capture an almost gone essence of France. Captain and crew thank you for flying with us to Paris, and invite you to listen to Trenet’s “Romance de Paris.”