A Brace of Bicycles

20 June 2004 at 19:19 Leave a comment

What a GREAT day. I love Paris.

A bit chilly again, though if the sun was out it was warm enough.

Went to Luxembourg Gardens.

For some reason they had random art all over the place and that was…interesting. I did like the one they had IN the Medici fountain – a little, super-long legged skeleton by Tom Arthur. It was creepy and still. The pool itself was black-black, and he looked rather like he needed a boat to be ferrying people across it.

They also had a moving exhibit of photographs on the fence along Blvd Saint Michel showing scenes from the liberation of France in 1945. Really incredible:

They had a lot of D-Day pictures of the beaches and of different towns being liberated.

One picture showed a destroyed tank sitting in front of the Palais du Luxembourg – just a few hundred yards from where we were standing. The picture of tank in the Place de Concorde was just as riveting.

One of the most memorable was a picture of students tearing up the asphalt at Place Saint Michel – a place you know so well if you ever visit Paris, and it really struck home that there was fighting in the streets here. Right here. Americans just haven’t had to face that.

But my favorite was the picture of a British soldier hunkered down on the ground behind his gun near the corner of a building, and a woman at that corner leaning over to pour cider into a glass she’d set beside him.

It reminded me of Chirac giving that lost D-day vet. from New Zealand a ride back to Paris on his plane.

Then we walked around and found a brasserie on St-Germain-des-Pres where we had a beer and watched the people walking by.

The most entertaining thing that happened was that a handful of policemen on motorcycles showed up and started halting traffic (which annoyed the drivers to no end) and then some more police on roller blades and THEN a whole crowd of people on roller blades: a veritable parade. A couple people were even dressed up as clowns. After about 5 minutes the end of the parade came along in the form of 4 ambulances. Then the police left, and everything went back to normal.

[This picture is not of those police…]

Have I mentioned I love Paris?

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
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