Paris Journal 2007

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Buildings undergoing renovation here are often encased in
scaffolding, which is itself then covered in a canvas upon
which, occasionally, we have public art.  In this case,
the artist has digitally enhanced photos of the building
being renovated, to show what it will look like, but then he
went a bit farther and distorted the image.  This building is
at 39 avenue George V, and will be the future headquarters
of a company called Bleecker.  You can give your opinion
of this work on the blog at http://www.39GeorgeV.org .

 

 

 

Tuesday, July 31

 

Well, I said that the Vélib’ people were going to have to have little trucks moving about Paris to put the almost-free bicycles where they are needed, and indeed they have decided to do just that.  The company managing the operation, Decaux, now has 20 little trucks to go about putting the bikes into stations where they are lacking and freeing up spaces in stations that are full.

 

One of the drivers, Baptiste, was interviewed in this morning’s newspaper, Le Parisien.  He says that in his area (the 17th arrondissement), the problem is that people take a Vélib’ when they leave their apartments in the morning to go to work, then they return in the evening, after work and shopping, via the Métro.  So it is Baptiste’s job to be sure the stations in the 17th have bicycles again each morning.

 

We walked up to the 17th and down through the 8th yesterday, for a total of 4 hours.  We went up the swanky avenue George V and stopped in at Hediard, a place that Ms. Clemente writes about in The Riches of Paris.  I was shocked that the female salesperson did not greet us when we entered.  I think she sensed my disbelief and after we exchanged bonjours, she seemed quite friendly.  Perhaps she needed to be reassured that we spoke French, and we certainly reassured her.  After looking about at all the yummy and beautifully packaged comestibles (they even have vacuum packed gourmet dinners, all ready to go!), I asked for a “carte de maison” and was given an entire catalog.  It didn’t have the store’s hours on it, so I asked her what the opening hours are.  She wrote the entire schedule of hours very neatly on the back of the catalog, and included the Hediard web site, www.hediard.fr .

 

When we finally returned to the apartment, I went up to water all the many plants on the balcony, and Tom went to Ed to see if he could find himself some more Charolais beef.  He returned with no Charolais, but instead had some lovely looking veal.  Together, we chopped and chopped and cooked until at last we had a delicious veal scallopini with a sauce made with white wine, cream, veal broth, shallots, mushrooms, garlic, and herbs.  The side dish was Lady Cristl potatoes sautéed with green beans and chives fresh from the balcony.  Cooking together for a change was fun.

 

Tonight, six of us are going to Le Blavet for dinner again.  More about that tomorrow . . . .

 

 

Back to Ms. Clemente’s book, The Riches of Paris.  She does finally get around to covering shopping on the left bank, probably because her editor told her she should.  And she does mention the Village Suisse for antiquing on the left bank.  She claims that the prices there, although high, are justified for that level of quality.  I disagree with her.  If that were true, we would see some shoppers there, and we never do.

 

She briefly covers Mariage Frères, the tea shop that I like.  She reports on the charming décor of the one located at 13 rue des Grands-Augustins.  I am sorry to have to report that that shop has been renovated, and much of the most charming details and old finishes are gone forever.

 

I loved her discussion of the very best hotels in Paris, which she calls “les palaces.”  She has a box on page 128 where she lists these tip-top hotels:

 

·        The Four Seasons George V (which we passed on our walk yesterday)

·        Hotel le Bristol

·        Hotel de Crillon (where Lance Armstrong stays when he’s in town)

·        Hotel Meurice (where my friends John and Martha stayed last summer)

·        Hotel Plaza Athenée Paris

·        Hotel Ritz (where we once considered joining the health club for the summer).

 

She writes in this box that the French have two words for palace:  palais and chateau.  Here I must differ with her again.  A chateau is really a castle, and it usually was a center of local control or even a fortification.  The idea of a chateau dates back to feudal days.  That’s where the local lord lived.  You see many chateaux in or near little towns and villages along the route of the Tour de France.

 

In a big city like Paris, it has been a very long time since chateaux were needed.  Instead, Paris has palais and palaces.

 

The French dictionary, Le Robert Micro, backs me up on this point.  Its first definition of chateau is a fortified feudal home which is defended by ramparts, towers, and moats.

 

Le Robert’s first definition of palais is a vast and sumptuous residence, or a grand public edifice.  It can also be the headquarters for courts or tribunals (palais de justice), and historically, it can be the residence of royalty.

 

A palace, in French, by the way, is a deluxe hotel.  So let’s just stick with that word, Ms. Clemente, as we discuss these great hotels.

 

She does a great job, describing these fine hotels.  That section is very worthwhile reading, even if you would never stay in such a place.  These luxurious haunts are very much a part of the culture and personality of Paris.  Understanding what is in these places is a small but important part of knowing this city.

 

Tom just asked me if I would enjoy having correspondents who would send me questions about particular aspects or happenings in Paris that I would then investigate and answer in this journal.  I would indeed enjoy doing that, so if you have such a question, please sign my guestbook.  The link is at the top and the bottom of every page of this journal.

 

I call it a journal, not a blog, by the way, because I’ve been doing this since before the words blog or weblog were invented.  This is the tenth summer for this journal.

 

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