Chapter 15 – Paris is worth a mass

A street on the left bank of Paris, in 1969 - could be Boulevard Raspail.

A street on the left bank of Paris, in 1969 – could be Boulevard Raspail.

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Henri of Navarre, the Protestant monarch of the kingdom of Navarre which consisted of lands on both sides of the Pyrenees along the Atlantic coast, is known to have said “Paris vaut bien une messe”, “Paris is well worth a mass”. Henri was due to become king of France in 1589 after the death of his childless cousin Henri III. However, since he was a Huguenot and had even fought as one against the royal army, he was obliged to convert to Catholicism. Doing so, he became the first French monarch of the House of Bourbon. He was never fully trusted by either the Protestants or the Catholics, which might be understandable. However, he was a good king and effectively ended the religious wars by signing l’Edit de Nantes.

 Le Vert Galant, Henri IV, on le Pont-Neuf. Henri de Navarre was said to have had many gallant adventures into his old age.

Le Vert Galant, Henri IV, on le Pont-Neuf. Henri de Navarre was said to have had many gallant adventures into his old age.

His statue is seen almost as often as the one of Louis XIV. He is often called “le Vert-Galant”, and his statue is on the side of le Pont-Neuf in Paris at the very tip of l’Ïle de la Cité, which is called le Square du Vert-Galant. But the fact that he was indeed a green man and a great gallant with the ladies was clearly the origin of his nickname.

I do agree with Henri that Paris is well worth a mass, so here is my mass.

I got to know Paris very gradually, from short visits on my way to other places, when I walked around in the 5th arrondissement, mainly the area of Boulevard Saint-Michel, or Boulmiche, and Boulevard Saint Germain. In 1954, I was on my way to see my dear friend Gaëtane again, in Luxeuil-les-Bains and in Equevilley in the château of les demoiselles d’ Equevilley, her very old great-aunts (Gaëtane herself would say mes arrière arrière arrière grandes tantes, with some exaggeration).

Le Pont Saint-Michel going over from l'Île de la Cité to Place Saint-Michel. The palza is surrounded by buildings with the typical Haussmann roofs -- dating from the second empire and Napoléon III.

Le Pont Saint-Michel going over from l’Île de la Cité to Place Saint-Michel on the West Bank. The plaza is surrounded by buildings with the typical Haussmann roofs — dating from the second empire of Napoléon III.

The edge of Place Saint-Michel is right in the center of the picture and le Pont Saint-Michel goes across to l’Ile de la Cité. The fashionable buildings right on the Seine have the typical Haussmann look from the renovation of Paris that took place during Napoléon III and the 2nd Empire. That’s when the big boulevards were created.

As I walked along le Boulevard Saint-Michel that first afternoon, I came across a marchand des quatre saisons. Those were mostly elderly men who set up a stand on wheels at a street corner and sold fruits and vegetables of the season to passers-by. I was delighted to find apricots so easily and I bought some and ate them fearlessly without even washing them first. We were not used to fresh apricots in Sweden in those days, and I loved them.

In fact, that year when I came back, Mémé had gone to her savior in heaven and Tata was the still forceful aunt who made us go to church every Sunday and eat the bread, the host, in the basket that was passed around.

But back now to Paris where I found, by luck, a cheap little hotel room or rather more a chambre d’hôte in a little street off the Boulevard Saint-Michel. I remember having breakfast, café au lait and fresh bread and butter and confiture, downstairs in what seemed to be the family dining room. A typical continental breakfast.

Fishing boats pulled up for the night and the Seine towards Le Pont Neuf. That western edge of l'Île de la Cité looks very different today. Henri IV, le Vert Galant, is there on his horse, but hidden by the trees.

Fishing boat pulled up for the night and the Seine towards Le Pont Neuf. That western edge of l’Île de la Cité looks a bit different today, not at all run-down as it was at the time. Henri IV, le Vert Galant, is there on his horse, but hidden by the trees.

I also remember buying a baguette, a camembert and a bottle of wine, which was pretty bad and that I also just drank a glass of. That was my lunch in the room. Those marchands des quatre saisons don’t exist any more, and I have no idea why. They were such a typical feature of the main boulevards and were so handy.

La rue Royale that goes from Place de la Concorde to l'Eglise de la Madeleine in its gigantic Greek style (in the background). Very old cars!

La rue Royale that goes from Place de la Concorde to l’Eglise de la Madeleine in its gigantic Greek style (in the background). VERY old cars!

However, the daily marchés that stretch along rue de Seine and rue de Buci, off the Boulevard Saint-Germain, still exist and they are wonderful. They are actually sidewalk displays of the stores that are situated along those two streets. They were very close to where John had his studio in the 6th arrondissement. They sell everything from meat, vegetables,and fish to cheese and pastries. The displays are amazing, works of art, and the quality couldn’t be better.

In the fifties and early sixties, and during my following short visits to Paris, it was a very different world from today. These days the clochards are hidden away and lots of those poor people, men and women and children, are fed by organizations like Les Restaurants du Cœur and many others. You frequently saw poor people in rags sleeping on park benches and on sidewalks. There were beggars that remind me of India today, all around the tourist spots in particular.

 View of Place de la Concorde taken from the wall along the Jardin des Tuileries, the Luxor Obelisk very visible on the left. Napoelon did not bring it back from Egypt though. In 1836, King Louis-Philippe had it placed in the center of Place de la Concorde.

View of Place de la Concorde taken from the wall along the Jardin des Tuileries, the Luxor Obelisk very visible on the left. Napoelon did not bring it back from Egypt though. In 1836, King Louis-Philippe had it placed in the center of Place de la Concorde.

The French architects who designed Paris liked to have open areas, like le Jardin des Tuileries, which is mostly covered in sand and has very little greenery. The same goes for le Jardin du Luxembourg where the sumptuous Palais du Luxembourg, which has been the seat of the Sénat since 1799, soon after the French Revolution, dominates the park from the northern end. The palace was constructed in the 17th century to be a royal residence commissioned by the queen Marie de Médicis, the second wife of Henri IV and the regent for her young son, the future Louis XIII. The king who had always been the target of assassination attempts, mistrusted by both Protestants and Catholics, was murdered in 1610 by the lunatic Ravaillac.

A lone lady resting in front of le Palais du Luxembourg with gardens. The palace dates from the 17th century, and it is the seat of the Senate.

A lone lady resting in front of le Palais du Luxembourg with gardens. The palace dates from the 17th century, and it is the seat of the Senate.

The palace avoided destruction in any of the several revolutions that shook the country, a fate that le Palais des Tuileries did not escape. That royal palace was destroyed in the upheaval of the Paris Commune in 1871, leaving ample room for the huge Jardin des Tuileries.

In the vicinity of la Tour Eiffel there were innumerable mostly African peddlers who would hang on to you if you stopped for a second from curiosity, just the way they do in India and other third world countries. You didn’t see any beggars or junk peddlers in the big fashionable parks, but in areas where there was enough sand there were numerous immigrants selling junky jewelry on colorful cloths spread out on the sand in open areas. They were probably all natives of the former French colonies in west Africa.

 Fountain and gardens in le Jardin du Luxembourg. In the background can be seen le Panthéon.

Fountain and gardens in le Jardin du Luxembourg. In the background can be seen le Panthéon.

The Tuileries and le Jardin du Luxembourg were sacred because middle class and wealthy people were not to be disturbed by hawkers who sell their cheap wares. However, like so many other things in Paris le Jardin des Tuileries has also changed. In the old days you sat down on one of the metal chairs set up around the basin. Right away a woman, called a chaisière, would come up to you and ask for 20 centimes or whatever. No more. The chairs are still there, but no one asks you to pay for sitting down. It was all quiet, rather boring and wonderfully old-Paris. Today children play with colorful rented sailboats or radio-navigated boats skimming across the fountain. A very different scene.

Children playing with rented boats in le Grand Bassin in the Tuileries. In the background is the (small) Arc de Triomphe that was erected in 1808, celebrating Napoleon's victories. On top Peace led by gilded Victories is riding in a triumphal chariot.

Children playing with rented boats in le Grand Bassin in the Tuileries. In the background is the (small) Arc de Triomphe that was erected in 1808, celebrating Napoleon’s victories. On top Peace led by gilded Victories is riding in a triumphal chariot. The Louvre in the  background on the right .

In front of the architectural masterpiece, the cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, cars used to be parked in great numbers. The city decided to change the whole area in front of the cathedral, called le parvis de Notre Dame. They worked on it for years, slowed down by archeological finds that had to be carefully saved, and it finally turned out as something that was more like what it had once been in the days before the existence of cars – a true and very sizeable parvis.

Alongside the Boulevard Saint-Michel  stretching southwards there were stalls for quite a long distance, where people were selling inexpensive leather things from Morocco, purses, wallets and little bags.

La cathédrale de Notre dame de Paris seen from the left bank.

La cathédrale de Notre Dame de Paris on l”Île de la Cité, seen from the left bank.

There were colorful shawls and cotton shirts and jewelry. And you could also get smoking hot roasted chestnuts, coconuts cut in wedges and amandes pralinées, sugarcoated red almonds that your dentist would tell you never to touch.

Most of the historic buildings in Paris are on the Left Bank, le Palais de Luxembourg, le Panthéon where lots of famous men and women were buried, l’Institut National des Sciences et Arts on the Quai de Conti and of course La Sorbonne and Le Collège de France in rue des Ecoles. Les Invalides, the War History Museum with its famous dome where you will find Napoleon’s tomb, if you are interested in this ruthless warrior, is situated on the Left Bank of the Seine, but farther west, down river. When I was there in 1966 with a group of American young girls there were still war invalids walking around, looking very gloomy. It felt spooky. And of course the Tour Eiffel a bit farther down river yet.

Among those honored by the Nation and now lying buried in the Panthéon are  Voltaire, Rousseau, Victor Hugo, Émile Zola, Jean Moulin, Marie Curie and many others.

L'Eglise de Saint-German des Prés, dating from pre-medieval times -- on Bouleacrd Saint-Germain

L’Eglise de Saint-German des Prés, dating from pre-medieval times — on Bouleacrd Saint-Germain

In the 5th and 6th arrondissements, that is le Quartier Latin, which is the part of Paris that I know the best, there were numerous small restaurants, grocery stores and butcher shops. I even had a small droguerie, a hardware and kitchen-ware store and also a shoe store in the square right next to my street, rue Jean de Beuavais. Alas, those days are gone.

The quartier Saint-Germain-des-Prés in the 6th arrondissement is still today a most remarkable part of the Left Bank. Its history and its wonderful old church, the former Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, dating from 512 AD, make it a landmark definitely not to be overlooked.

Le Café Flore just one block west from 'Les deux magots', both in the heart of Saint-Germain des Prés in the 6ème. Seein the cars parked right in front of 'Café Flore' and 'Les deux magots' makes me smile. Those days are long gone when you could park your car at the curb and skip in for un café.

Le Café de Flore just one block west from ‘Les deux magots’, both in the heart of Saint-Germain des Prés in the 6ème. Seeing the cars parked right in front of ‘Café Flore” and ‘Les deux magots’ makes me smile. Those days are long gone when you could park your car at the curb and skip in for ‘un café’.

The abbey was ransacked several times by the Vikings but was reconstructed and eventually dedicated in 1163 . Badly destroyed during the French revolution, it got its current appearance after a renovation in the 19th century.

“A small village nestled around the abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés which was consecrated in 558 by the bishop of Paris. In the Middle Ages, it was outside the city. The town of Saint-Germain was established in the twelfth century and had about 600 inhabitants.” (Wikipedia)

Le Café des Deux Magots where Jean-Paul Sartre and other 'existentialistes' are said to have spent most of their days writing in the back of the interior, having ordered one cup of coffee for the day.

Le Café des Deux Magots where Jean-Paul Sartre and other ‘existentialistes’ are said to have spent most of their days writing in the back of the interior, having ordered one cup of coffee for the day.

Saint-Germain-des-Prés became a center for intellectuals already in the 17th century, but what we associate today with the name is the famous Café de Flore and the café Les Deux Magots. A host of intellectuals, philosophers, artists and poets would often be seen at those two cafés, among them Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir and other ‘existentialists’ are best known perhaps, but also Jacqeus Prévert, a poet I love for his compassion and his simple style, and Ernest Hemingway. The list could go on and on with names of more famous people who were seen regularly in this quartier.

John always got meat from his wonderful butcher right on Boulevard Saint-Germain, where he was taught recipes by the butcher. It didn’t matter too much if there was an occasional fly on the displayed meat. It was going to be cooked anyway.

John is discussing - maybe a recipe - with his butcher. His store is long gone.

John is discussing – maybe a recipe – with his butcher. His store is long gone.

You must not be afraid of germs – suffer from microphobia – if you want to be happy in France. But I do admit that both John and I have suffered from what we call Paris stomach both times we moved to Paris, the second time together in 1973, before we develop natural resistance to the Paris germs. Today of course most meat is behind glass, or pre-packaged in supermarkets.

Those little stores and restaurants have almost all been replaced by chic clothing stores or by other fashionable stores for the young. My little record store close to my studio is no more and, especially, one of our favorite haunts, le Restaurant du Dragon in rue du Dragon close to John’s studio, has also been replaced by a clothing store.

We will never forget how one of the two elderly ladies who ran the restaurant, went to get our cloth napkins – to find that one of the two cats was lying on top of the pile in a cabinet. She carefully lifted up the big cat, got the napkins out from under her, put the cat back and closed the cabinet. As the ladies came towards our table carrying a hot dish, they would always say in a singsong way “Attention, c’est chaud” in their almost inimitable funny way. It has become a standard joke between us to say whenever we carry something hot – or not so hot.

Fishmonger in la rue de Seine in 1971, very close to la rue des Saints-Pères where John's studio was.

Fishmonger in la rue de Seine in 1971, very close to la rue des Saints-Pères where John’s studio was.

It seems unbelievable today, but long before the introduction of the euro, when I lived alone in my little studio in the 5th arrondissement, I remember my sister Gun visiting me in the fall of 1970. One evening we had a delicious dinner on l’Île de la Cité and I remember well paying about 30 francs per person for the meal. 30 francs was in fact the standard in those days for a very good meal out, including the wine of course. Later on, when John and I tried out a couple of fashionable restaurants, like Chez Allard, still on the left bank, we did pay more, but no astronomic prices like today. Today 30 € (euros!) is just enough for a good meal in an average restaurant. Good, but nothing special.

A restaurant where we went sometimes for special occasions was Chez Maître Paul, also in the 6th arrondissement, rue Monsieur le Prince, behind Place de l’Odéon. It was in fact one of the first restaurants where we went  together. It was a bit more expensive, but there was good reason for that. The chef whose name was, funnily enough, Paul Gauguin, was a master, but he had a peculiarity after most of the cooking was done. Whenever a young woman went upstairs to get to the ladies’ room on an open and spiral-shaped staircase, he would stand below and glare up sans gêne. Oh these Frenchmen! It could be a bit embarrassing, but I never took it badly. The restaurant still exists but Paul Gauguin is no more there to look up under women’s skirts. The service was done by Madame Gauguin and it was excellent.

Another one of our favorite restaurants in Paris was la Brasserie Balzar in rue des Ecoles and it was a bit expensive. We always asked for our favorite waiter, Richard, who later on opened a restaurant of his own. We have been back, but without Richard, it’s not the same. The prices, however, were nothing like Chez Allard, which had a star or two, depending on what year you’re referring to. That makes the prices go up right away of course. The era of good food at decent prices is over.

 Early evening sun on the left bank. A barge can almost be seen in the foreground

Early evening sun on the left bank. A barge can almost be seen in the foreground

Homage to Molière, the genius who is still alive 

La Comédie-Française was founded by Louis XIV in the 17th century, but it didn’t get its present home in what is called la Salle Richelieu until 1799. It was rebuilt in 1900 after a severe fire. Richelieu who actually governed the country during the childhood and youth of Louis XIV was a lover of the theater and he got the young king to follow in his footsteps. He patronized the actors of the major companies and of course the 17th century was the era of the great French classics. In 1658 Molière and his friends received the protection of “Monsieur”, the title of the King’s brother, in this case Philippe, duc d’Orléans. That’s how Molière managed to go on writing his brilliant plays.

The great Comédie-Française, also sometimes called la Maison de Molière, is an institution that I am extremely attached to. I have a most amazing memory of a 1961 visit to the great national theater. I was stopping  a couple of days in Paris on my way to le Midi. One day I decided I wanted to go to La Comédie. When I arrived there was an enormous line of people waiting to get tickets. I didn’t understand  what was going on, but I took my place in the line. After a considerable length of time I got up to the guichet. I got my ticket and asked how much it was. The woman said. C’est gratuit. It’s free. I still didn’t understand. It turned out that it was le 14 juillet, la Fête Nationale, and that day those who can’t afford to pay for a seat get in without paying. The salle filled up beginning with the orchestra, which was already full when I got inside. The first balcony came next, from left to right, and up in a spiral. There are four balconies and I was seated in the second, close to the center, a very good seat. I believe someone must have explained to me that it was free on the 14th of July. .

The play was Molière’s ‘Le malade imaginaire’, ‘The Imaginary Invalid’, and the response from the audience was something I had never before seen or heard. People howled with laughter every time Argan had to run to relieve himself after another enema. It was the most fun experience I’d ever had in a theater. Jean-Baptiste Poquelin was his real name, but of course everyone, even in hos own days, calls him Molière.

Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, aka Molière -- Portrait of Molière by Pierre Mignard

Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, aka Molière — Portrait of Molière by Pierre Mignard (Wikipedia)

Another very different performance was L’Avare, The Miser, also by Molière. I saw it in 1962, the summer after I’d done my student teaching in Stockholm. It was not done as a comedy, but made Harpagon stand out as a rather tragic and cruel man who sacrificed everything for money. There were not many laughs at this so-called comedy, if any. The mise-en-scène was by Jacques Mauclair, and I believe Georges Chamarat was in the main role as Harpagon.

The funny thing that makes me remember the year of this performance was how, in the intermission, I ran into my major mentor, the French lektor Ström from the lycée in Stockholm where I’d just finished my student teaching six months earlier, the august head of the French department and his wife, in the grandiose foyer of this majestic old theater.

There have been other funny coincidences in my life, such as meeting a student of mine and her mother from Mamaroneck High School at the Marimekko boutique in Stockholm a few years later during the summer vacation. Those haphazard meetings are hard to believe  but they do happen –.even though it seems almost unbelievable.

The third visit to la Comédie-Française that stands out in my memory was with Arne in 1969. I had gotten the whole family together that summer, just because it seemed like a fun idea. Gun and Per had returned home already but Mother and Arne were still around and Arne and I decided to go to La Comédie to see Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand. It was a fine performance, better in the first half than in the second half, which is because of the way Rostand wrote it. It drags a bit from the middle on.

In the last scene Cyrano, the man with the monstrously big nose who has loved Roxane passionately throughout the play, is sitting alone in a garden outside the convent that Roxane has retired to. She has understood that it was not Christian, the young and handsome cadet in Cyrano’s Gascoyne company that she thought she loved. She had found out that it was Cyrano who had written all those beautiful letters to her every day, signing them Christian and that it was Cyrano she loved. On the stage the autumn leaves were made to fall down slowly and constantly. The audience was getting a bit bored during the last act, but then suddenly a big maple leaf landed on Cyrano’s head, without his knowing it of course. The audience started snickering, and from then on the interest in the play seemed to have come back.

The dueling scene where Cyrano is reciting a poem while he’s dueling is my favorite scene in the play.

The outstanding actor, Gérard Depardieu, played Cyrano de Bergerac in the movie from 1990 and he was magnificent. He is not a handsome man, but they still had to add quite a bit to his nose to make him be a real Cyrano.

In the spring of 1971 John and I also saw Le Misanthrope at the Théâtre de l’Odéon in the mise-en-scène by Antoine Bourseiller, a magnificent performance. I believe it is my favorite among all Molière’s witty plays that put down hypocrisy and general stupidity. It’s amazing how a writer who lived and died in the 17th century can be so much alive and speak to us in a way that’s become anything but moldy by the 250 years that have gone by since this genius wrote the play. It was also a tour de force by Bourseiller whose staging was so lively and authentic that, if it hadn’t been for the costumes, it could have been written yesterday. Fortunately he hadn’t fallen into the silly trap of so many directors today who dress the characters up in modern costumes. A sure way of losing the authenticity of the play, be it opera or classic theater.

L'Avenue de l'Opéra and the Opera at the end of the avenue. It's one of the most elegant avenues in Paris.

L’Avenue de l’Opéra and the Opera at the end of the avenue. It’s one of the most elegant avenues in Paris.

Arne and I, on one of our many walks through Paris, one day decided to go to the museum at the back of the Opéra de Paris and see the collections that are housed in the back stage areas of the huge building 1. There are old costumes, old instruments, old manuscripts. It’s a most interesting museum that few people know about..

Arne was such a good walker that even in the late 70s I could sometimes find it almost difficult to keep up with him on our strolls through the big city.

Continued: Chapter 16 –  My wonderful new family

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2 thoughts on “Chapter 15 – Paris is worth a mass

  1. The first photo looks like the Paris of my dreams (I’ve never been there). And despite the fact I come from staid old Toronto, the descriptions of the street scenes and vendors is exactly what I remember from my youth (my area was full of immigrants from Europe! particularly Italy). I miss all of that immensely. Very evocative story telling, Siv!

    The bit about Paris stomach reminded me of my second trip to Venezuela. Debbie bought some cookies from a street vendor the evening before we were to leave for home. Never gave any thought to the flies.

    She was tremendously ill during our six hour flight and we ended up at the hospital once we were home. She was put on an IV drip and given a lot of antibiotics. And then the public health people showed up and quarantined her for two weeks. It turned out to be shigelosis and even though I’ve been back to Venezuela since, she won’t.

  2. What wonderful descriptions of Paris some forty years ago! Yes, things have definitely changed. Today numerous people seem to suffer from microphobia, whereas before we were not obsessed by hygiene. Your account is so rich with interesting historical facts, and I love the way you describe theater performances you have seen like the plays by Molière — it truly brings them to life. It’s a pity so many of our favorite restaurants have turned into clothing stores. What will the future bring? Anyway, congrats on all this good work.

    Marianne

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