Paris, day 2
I woke
early as the walls of the hotel seemed to be made of cardboard.
I had made
plans for visits to museums should the weather be poor. But the sky was blue
and it was sunny although still cool, so I went for a long walk along places I
hadn't been to before and which are slightly off the beaten track. Before
reaching the Place de la Bastille, I looked into many courtyards where artisans
and woodworkers were busy plying their trade. The alleyway called Passage de
Chantiers was, apart from colourful, a haven of furniture makers, antique
furniture shops as well as modern design shops. And this was not the only
pleasantly surprising and hidden "passage" in this area, which
apparently has been famous since the 17th century for its craft
guilds and woodworkers.
Two "passages" |
From the
Bastille I walked along the Port de l'Arsenal, the end of the Canal St. Martin,
opening into the river Seine. Below the busy Boulevard de Bastille and above the
quays along the canal where many colourful ships are moored, there is a very
nice park with rose gardens, benches and other places to sit, a narrow but attractive
green belt where locals were walking and reading – and cuddling of course.
A Keith Haring fan? |
The rose garden |
Crossing
the river Seine via the Pont d'Austerlitz, I then went into the Jardin des
Plantes, a very pleasant surprise. Leafy avenues border the wide middle
sections with thousands of labelled plants, from all over the world, medicinal
ones, edible ones, decorative ones, aquatic plants in nicely symmetrical ponds,
it is all there with the stately buildings of the Musee National d'Histoire
Naturelle at the end. Besides there is a small zoo – a "menagerie" - and
there are large playgrounds for children. There were many groups of schoolchildren
in the gardens with their teachers and/or carers, nursery classes and primary
school children, playing, enjoying the fresh air and having picnics in the
park, all still dressed in their winter anoraks and jackets. There is a variety
of gardens, also a very well designed alpine garden, on a lower level and
sheltered by rocky walls. At the end of the "Jardin" the Museum of
Natural History has large greenhouses with exotic tropical plants and palms.
Jardin du Luxembourg. Below, a corner of the alpine garden |
It was time
for an omelette and a glass of wine in a tiny cafe just outside the park,
frequented by locals. Refreshed I walked to the remains of an old 2nd
century Roman amphitheatre, the Arènes de Lutècesurrounded by a park, and busy
with office workers having their lunch, complete with bottles of wine, French
cheese and charcuterie, on the stone
steps of the amphitheatre, on wooden benches and simply on the grass. Victor
Hugo led the campaign for the restoration of the amphitheatre after it had been
discovered in 1869. The original theatre could seat 15.000 spectators and it
was used for theatrical performances as well as gladiator fights. Apparently
the theatre is still used in summer - for plays? concerts? There was a stage,
and all the technical paraphernalia coming with outdoor performances had been
installed and built up. It was a surprisingly pleasant spot, and I had never
heard of it, just spotted it on my map and was curious to see what it was. The stately
apartment buildings on the hill around the amphitheatre are built in a crescent.
Stairs leading up to the amphitheatre, below: an apartment in the crescent with its own balcony garden |
Next stop
was the Place de la Contrescarpe , the quiet pedestrian street leading to it approached
via stairs, decorated again with pot plants. In one of the big houses in this
small street Descartes lived for a few years. A plaque on the wall has to keep
his memory alive.
The Place de
la Contrescarpe was pleasant, with cafes on each side and trees and a fountain
in the middle. Here it was bustling with passing tourists and students, plus
locals cycling. Two homeless men were warming themselves in the sun on pieces
of cardboard. It must be such an awful life! I had another coffee, and walked
on through quieter streets to the Eglise
de St. Etienne du Mont, which I try to visit each time I am in Paris. The
unusual choir screen amazes me every time again with its beauty of intricate
stone work. I have never seen such a choir screen in my life and it is
apparently unique in France. I do not know if there are similar screens in
other countries. But for me this is of a remarkable and unique beauty. Here is
also the gilded shrine for St. Geneviève, the patron saint of Paris. Although
her tomb was opened and her remains burnt by the municipality of Paris during
the Revolution in 1798 and her ashes scattered in the river Seine. So the tomb
here is just a token tomb, in honour of her.
One of the windows displayed in the former cloisters |
The church
also has a beautiful pipe organ, like so many churches in Paris. Unfortunately
most organ recitals take place on a Sunday or Saturday, not on a weekday, so I
missed out on that. Maurice Durufle was one of the famous organists here. The
organ was built in 1631 and is the oldest pipe organ in Paris and still in its
original state.
The Pantheon next to the church on the same
hill was open this time! I had never been in, so this was the first time I
could see the Foucault
Pendulum and the tombs of famous Frenchmen in the crypt, among them those of
Marie and Pierre Curie, of Voltaire, Corneille and many others. The Pantheon
doesn't seem to be on a human scale, it is so vast, high and grand. The pillars
outside alone seem too big for me, I felt like Gulliver among the giants.
Although
the working of the Pendulum seems to be simple, I did not get the gist of it.
And I promised myself to read Umberto Eco's book, which judging by its title,
must be all about the pendulum.
The view from
the steps outside is fantastic, with the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Not on a human scale |
Next stop was
a "papeterie", a joy for me. There are several stationary shops in
this student quarter, and they sell the most desirable fountain pens, blank
books, special pencils and what not. I could not resist the temptation.
My greed
satisfied by a very colourful and unique fountain pen, made in France and not
in some distant Asian country, I walked to the Jardin du Luxembourg.
It was lovely, and the place was full of people: Locals reading books, tourists,
young mums and nannies with small children sailing their boats in the pond. Old
couples sitting on the chairs in the shade of the trees or of one of the many
statues, enjoying this beautiful day.
Time was
getting on, so after a short rest I walked to the St. Sulpice, a gloomy cavernous church in my
opinion, but with the most amazing pipe organ. On Sunday there would be an
organ recital by Daniel Roth. I am envious of an organist friend of mine who
will be there on Sunday and may also be allowed to see the console, and perhaps
even play the organ. I once went to a organ recital here, and the sound of this
big instrument sent shivers down my spine. It was a romantic French programme,
perfectly fit for this instrument. The sound filled the building and resonated.
It was an unbelievable experience, which I won't easily forget.
Then a walk
through St. Germain des Pres and around the church there, through the narrow
streets with small but interesting shops, and on to the Rue de Buci with its colourful
street market and its lively shops and small cafes and restaurants. From the
well-know "Paul" I watched life passing by, locals and tourists, easily
recognisable as such, while enjoying a pot of tea and a "tarte de
framboises", the most delicious sweet I had had so far.
Alas, it
was time to go back to the hotel to pick up my small case, make my way to the
Gare du Nord and buy some food for the train journey back to Holland. My feet
hurt, but it had been a very interesting visit which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Au Revoir Place de la Bastille