Boogled “street art Paris.” Came up with a few addresses. “Un Kolor distinto”: A distinct Kolour. Rue de l’Ourcq. In the Northeast of Paris. Near the canal. Light not too good. Cloudy. Paris weather. And backlight. Oh well.
Street artist is Da Cruz. (Means ‘Of the Cross’ in Portuguese.) No idea who s/he is. Seen his/her hand before. Was everywhere in this particular neighbourhood. (See what I mean about cloudy and backlight at the same time?)
Chameleon with panda. Rue de l’Ourcq again. A far, far away wall. Almost missed it. Nice themes and ideas.
The Cheetah Lady. Ourcq canal. The Seine is to the left. La Villette to the right. I wonder how the artist painted on the barge? Swimming?
“The most difficult is to be sincere with oneself.” Indeed. Saw this little fox before. In the Marais.
Mademoiselle Faraill, by Maillol. 1890. Musée Maillol. Beyond Maillol’s exquisite talent as a painter, and besides his being a great sculptor, I always wonder about the model. 1890? When was Miss Faraill born? 1870? 1875? Slighty younger than my great-grandmother…
An infinite eye. Gare du Nord. Northern railway station. A station we use often to go visit old friends outside Paris. I have posted this one before. The last platform is covered with “platform art”. A great initiative from the station.
The nymph. Maillol again as he is best known: sculpture. Maillol museum.
Butterfly nurse. (To all the nurses of the world. Coeur de Feu and Julia in particular)
“Those are my words.” Northeast of Paris. See what I mean about light? 💡
La femme à l’ombrelle. The woman with an umbrella. Maillol. 1895. The shadow of the tree on the ground is perfectly rendered. And the way the sun catches the white of the young woman’s dress… Light, I tell you. Light. And the open fields beyond the fence remind me of our house in Normandy eons ago. Note: Ombrelle = umbrella. Not quite though. The English word is the same, but ‘ombrelle’ in French is really meant to use against the sun. Ombre = shadow.
Medical school. Rue des Saint-pères. Imhotep was a vizir and architect to the Egyptian Pharaoh. About 3,000BC. Also said to have been a doctor. Maât, to the left, holding the Egyptian cross, the Ankh, a symbol of life, was the goddess of cosmic harmony, justice and and world balance. Er. Milady Maât, would you mind coming back? Like yesterday?(Henri Lagriffoul, 1907-1981, was the sculptor of those medallions)
Sans dessus-dessous. Upside down. Rue Saint-Maur.
“Marble at all cost”. By Isabeau de Rouffignac. (She wears an old name. And is a damn good photographer). The workers at the marble quarries in India are exposed to all kinds of work hazards. Marble dust in the lungs is enough to kill them early. This one is for Ayah. (My Pakistani Nanny)
“Bénédictions”, by Rodin. 1908. Speaking of marble… That one was probably Italian, but I doubt the workers then had much more protection.
“Porter le chapeau”. Literally. “To wear the hat”. A French expression meaning “to be framed”. A nice street art series around the Latin quarter. (Rue Jacob)
Poilu de la guerre de 14. Literally “the hairy”, as the soldiers in the trenches of WWI were called. Not so easy to shave in the trenches. Let alone bathe… This is a series fomented by City Hall, on mailboxes.
“I’m Cold”. I found the artist’s name: Aydar. Thank you to Ellen.
Commedia del’arte. Musée Carnavalet. This wonderful museum of the history of Paris was closed for a few years for renovation and reopened this year. The theatre genre of the Commedia dell’arte was developed by Italy in the 1500’s and largely inspired Molière and possibly Shakespeare. Comedians improvised on itinerant stages from city to city. The main characters were Arlechino, Colombine, Pantalone, Scaramuccio, Scappino. Molière wrote about a character called Scapin in Les fourberies de Scapin.
Same mailbox as above, front side. At the Musée de la Légion d’honneur. The highest order of French decoration was founded by Napoleon in 1802. Days of the Empire. Not too sure why they chose a WWI soldier. This image is dedicated to my grandfather Louis and his brothers, many of whom did not come back from the trenches of WWI.
Thank you for flying Equinoxio’s shuttle to Paris. Keep searching for the Light.