16 February 2019

Giverny — Monet's garden in June 1999

This morning I decided to take some of the photos that I took in Monet's garden back in 1999 and post them as a slide show. We stopped there for an hour or two before driving on to Rouen. The gardens were very crowded.



I took these 20 years ago using my first digital camera, a Kodak Digital Science DC260. I also processed them in Photoshop Elements to crop, contrast, and apply effects to them. Some of these are me doing my impression of an Impressionist....

15 February 2019

Normandy in 1997

For me it was a big year, in many ways, 1997 was. I had been working for Apple (Claris) since January 1992. Back then, every five years we Apple employees had the right to take a six-week "sabbatical leave" — paid leave, of course. I also had four weeks of vacation time saved up, so my sabbatical was actually ten weeks long. I decided to go spend a month in France. Walt came over for the first two weeks, but then he had to go back to work in California. My mother and my 15-year-old niece came to France to stay with me for the second half of the month.

My mother, my niece, and I then spent about a week seeing the sights in Paris before going up to Rouen to visit friends there. My mother wanted to see the D-Day beaches, and we did that, among many other things. My niece took this picture of my mother and me with my friends Henri and Jeanine on the day we visited the spectacular ruins of the ancient Jumièges abbey on the Seine between Rouen and Le Havre.

My mother was 67 years old in 1997. She passed away a year ago this month. She would have turned 89 next week, but it wasn't to be. She's of course much on my mind these days. She came to Saint-Aignan twice, in 2004 and again in 2005, before she decided she couldn't travel like that any more.

During that month in France, I decided that I was going to resign from Apple at the end of 1997. Walt and I had bought a house in San Francisco, and the commute to Silicon Valley was killing me. My 50th birthday was on the horizon.

With J. and H., my mother, niece, and I also went to other spots along the Normandy coast. The photo on the left shows my mother, Jeanine, and me at Saint-Valery-en Caux, near Dieppe. We had gone on a day trip to see the English Channel cliffs.

I got to be friends with Jeanine when I spent a year in Rouen in 1972-73. Her son was a student at the lycée where I was working. She and her family — she had two other children, who were younger —had moved to Rouen only a few years earlier, and she didn't have a lot of friends there yet. Jeanine was born in 1934, so she would be 85 years old now, if she's still living. We lost touch about 15 years ago, I'm sorry to say.

Here's a shot of my mother and me with Jeanine's close friend Henri. I knew him for only a few years. He was born in 1924, so I feel pretty sure that he must have passed away by now.

I remember that the day we went to the D-Day beaches, my mother and Henri were both in tears. My mother was busy looking for the names of men from North Carolina who had died on the Normandy coast on D-Day.

That day, Henri told me about his wartime experience. He was a young man, and somehow he ended up in London as a member of the French army units accompanying General de Gaulle.

A while later, when de Gaulle and his troops returned to France, Henri passed through Le Havre on his way to Rouen. He shed tears as he described the scene. All Le Havre was in ruins because, as an important port city, it had been heavily bombarded. Henri said that as he and the troops marched through the city, people emerged from their basements and cellars bearing gifts of food and drink for the soldiers. He thought it was amazing they could be so generous after all they had suffered through during the war.

All of that trip in 1997 was memorable. Walt and I went to both the men's and women's finals at the French Open. I had rented an apartment not far from the Eiffel Tower and the rue Cler market street for the month-long stay. We enjoyed spending time in Paris again. Maybe it was that experience, more than any other single event, that led to our coming to live in France in 2003. I had thought that California and San Francisco might be places where I would love to live more even than in France and Paris, but it didn't work out that way. My last few Silicon Valley jobs were less satisfying than the years I spent working for Apple. The thrill was gone.

Walt and I had met and become friends in France in the early 1980s. By 2002, after coming to France from California for vacations every year since 1988, we knew we were ready to come and live here. I can't believe it's been nearly 16 years already.


Here are Jeanine and Henri in Dieppe in 1997.

14 February 2019

Rouen 1999

This is another one of those mornings on which I can't stop messing with pictures. In the organizing work in my archives, I ran into a set of photos I took in Rouen in 1999. Walt and I were in Paris for a couple of weeks, and CHM was in Paris at the same time. It was late May or early June. The three of us went to Giverny and Rouen on a day trip.


I took some photos from a place that's called la corniche de Rouen. It's a road that runs along a steep hillside on the southeast side of the city, and the views are spectacular. As it turned out, we didn't have great weather that afternoon, but we had a great time. The photo above is a composite — I stitched it together from two smaller photos, "processed" it, and enlarged it. I like it that you can see all three of Rouen's big churches in the photos above and below. From left to right, they are the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Rouen, the Église Saint-Maclou, and the Église Saint-Ouen.


Here's another one. It required far less processing. I'm not sure where I took it from. It shows the Seine, the city of Rouen, and what seems to be a park. That day, we had rented a car in Paris, and we were upgraded to a very fancy Mercedes by the rental company. We traveled in style, and we needed to drive because we wanted to see Giverny (Monet's garden) as well as Rouen.


We spent the afternoon walking around Rouen, I believe, going to a museum with a friend who lived in Rouen at that time. Anyway, here are a few old photos. I'm not even sure what camera I was using in 1999. On second thought, it must have been the Kodak DC260.

13 February 2019

Old photos of Saint-Aignan's château

I'm still going through my archives — disk by disk, folder by folder, photo by photo — in an effort to delete duplicates and generally organize everything. Here are three old photos of the Château de Saint-Aignan that I found yesterday. It's the château you see in my blog banner, above, and it's about 2.5 kilometers from our house. As usual, you can click on the photos to enlarge the view.


This first photo is one that I took in March 2004 with a Kodak DC4800 digital camera that I was using back then. Comparing it to the 1998 Paris and Normandy photos that I've posted recently, I can see that digital cameras improved greatly in those few years. I took this before before I started blogging in 2005, so I've probably never posted it before. I was standing on the island in the Cher River across from town, only about 200 meters from the château.


Above and below are two photos that I took in June 2008 with a Panasonic Lumix DMC-TZ3 digital camera that I had back then. That camera had a long zoom lens, and I was standing two kilometers (1.25 miles)  north of the château over in Noyers-sur-Cher.


This second 2008 photo shows not only the Château de Saint-Aignan, but also the town's church. The oldest part of the château — the ruined towers on the right — is probably more than a thousand years old. The "newer" part of the château, the fancier Renaissance building, is only 500 years old. Parts of the church are also about a thousand years old. Saint-Aignan is located 40 kilometers south of the old royal city of Blois and one of its biggest attractions these days is the parc zoologique de Beauval.

12 February 2019

Tasha Tuesday

This is not an original title or idea. I stole it shamelessly from Walt. The last few weeks and months haven't been very easy for the poor dog. Too cooped up. Too wet outside, not that Tasha seems to mind as much as we do. And she loves the cold weather, which makes her frisky. But she can't spend much time out in the yard. She'll enjoy spring and summer. She'll turn two years old next week, so this is her doggy adolescence.


Natasha
is learning
how to pose
for the camera.
Here she is
with what's left
of the
Saturday
morning
rainbow,
a mistletoe-
tortured
apple tree,
and the little
garden shed.
Not to
mention
the new
back gate.






Smelling
her
way
up
the
vineyard
road





Enjoying
a tromp
through
the
woods




Nose to
the ground,
and not
really
noticing
the blue
sky
and
pretty
clouds







A
different
pose
with
the
same
rainbow
and
apple
tree

11 February 2019

Saturday and Sunday, like day and night

Saturday morning was beautiful. Sunday morning was plain ugly. Well, maybe not ugly if you enjoy gusty winds and hard rain. A few minutes ago, I dumped 12 millimeters of Sunday rainwater out of the gauge. That's half an inch. In contrast, here's what I saw out the back gate Saturday morning as the dog and I went out for our walk.


But before giving my weekend weather summary, let me report, as Walt did yesterday, that our late neighbors' daughter and her family had a bonfire on Saturday, out in their front yard. The neighbor who most recently lived in the house, two doors down from ours, passed away suddenly last October. His wife had died, suddenly as well, two or three years earlier. Both had cancer. Because the tree limbs are bare in winter, we had this view of the activity over there — the daughter's firetruck-red Peugeot, and hot red flames — on Saturday.


Our late neighbors had just one child, a daughter who's about 45 years old, I'd guess. All day Saturday, she and her husband and children hauled tables, chairs, beds, bed linens, and lord knows what out of the house where her parents lived, and burned it all in plain view, not far from the road. And there's more: Walt walked by there yesterday morning (in the rain) and said the family had left a big pile of furniture out in the yard, presumably to be burned at some later date. It's all been ruined by yesterday's heavy rain at this point, anyway.


Before all that excitement and mystery — I wonder if the mayor gave the family permission to burn everything like that, and why they did things in such a spectacular and spooky way — Tasha and I had taken a good long walk around the vineyard. There was sun. There were clouds. And there was a pretty rainbow.


For a change, it was nice to see bright sun early in the morning. The days are definitely getting longer now, and we're emerging from the darkness. The weather is supposed to be spring-like by the end of this week.


Even though the rain blew by in sheets in the morning, I had a sunny walk in the late afternoon with Tasha. Heavy squalls moved through again in the evening, but I was back inside by then. And dry.

10 February 2019

Rouen 1998 slideshow

I have a lot of photos of Rouen left from the 1998 set, so I've decided to post some of them as a two-minute slideshow. Rouen is a big city in Normandy located about an hour northwest of Paris. I lived there for a year back in the early 1970's and have always enjoyed going back there to re-acquaint myself with the place, as I did in 1998. Looking back through this blog, it seems that the last time I was in Rouen was in 2010.



The church with the tall iron steeple is the cathedral in Rouen. The one with the single, elaborate tower is the Église Saint-Ouen, and the one with two pointed towers is the Église Saint-Maclou. The funerary masks are in the cathedral, and I believe the third one in the show is supposed to be Richard the Lionhearted, who was King Richard I of England.

The window with colored glass panes is in the Tour Jeanne-d'Arc, I'm pretty sure, and the kind of blurry image after it is a photo I took through one of those panes of glass. Rouen nowadays has a modern tramway system that runs underground in the old historic district and at street level in outlying neighborhoods.

09 February 2019

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming...

...to bring you a cooking post. Yesterday I made a clafoutis aux bananes, after hearing from my old friend CHM how good his clafoutis aux bananes turned out. A French clafoutis is a kind of custard tart but without a pastry crust.


The classic French clafoutis is made with cherries, but you can make the same kind of custard tart with plums, pears, apples, prunes, grapes, or any other kind of fruit that strikes your fancy.


In the U.S. South, we make a dessert concoction that we call "banana pudding" which vaguely resembles French clafoutis. It's vanilla pudding (American meaning — crème à la vanille in French) with banana slices that are cooked in the pudding in the oven in a pan lined with vanilla wafers and then topped with meringue that browns as the pudding bakes.


That's what I thought of making when I bought bananas at the supermarket yesterday morning, but then I remembered CHM's clafoutis recommendation. So I made that instead. The cookies I bought for the banana pudding— cigarettes russes, which resemble vanilla wafers that have been rolled into a cigarette shape before being baked, or right after, before they have cooled and crisped up — will be good as a crunchy accompaniment for the clafoutis, replacing the pastry crust that we didn't have to make. There's a recipe here in French. See my recent post about making a prune clafoutis for a recipe with ingredient quantities in American measures.

08 February 2019

Rouen : maisons à pans de bois







Rouen was first a Gaulish city, then a Roman (or Gallo-Roman) city, then a Norman city, and at one point an English city (or possession), before becoming a French city. Today, it's one of the two administrative capitals of the Normandy region (Caen is the other). It's also an important port city, with ship traffic coming up the Seine river from Le Havre and the English Channel to load or unload on the northern edge of Rouen. Bombings during World War II caused great destruction in the city, especially along the river and in the port district. The cathedral was heavily damaged but then restored after the war.





Translating from the French Wikipedia article about the housing stock of Rouen:

"The city is remarkable for the diversity and richness of its urban fabric There are houses of many eras, from the 13th century to the contemporary period. Rouen is one of the most diverse cities in France from an architectural perspective. There are buildings of many styles and built of many materials, including half-timbered structures and stone, brick, and concrete houses and apartment buildings of all kinds of shapes and colors...."







"Despite extensive damage inflicted by wartime bombardments in the 1940s, the city still has more than two thousand half-timbered houses (maisons à pans de bois) out of the four thousand that existed in 1939. The streets around the Vieux Marché, the Gros Horloge and the cathedral, as well as in the Eau de Robec, Damiette, Saint-Vivien, and Beauvoisine neighborhoods, are well worth a visit."

Wandering the streets of the old part of Rouen...
Some of the houses look like they might be ready to topple over into the narrow streets.







The old city is on the right bank of the Seine. Rouen has been known as la ville au cent clochers (the city of a hundred steeples) and la ville-musée (a museum of a city). A 1981-vintage Michelin Green Guide that I have says that its stock of half-timbered houses, "be they tall or squat, standing up straight or leaning precariously, elegant or modest, these houses are the soul of Rouen. Light-weight and easy to work with, oak — once plentiful in the region — became the ideal local building material, guaranteeing solidity."

The photos in this post are ones I took in May 1998 with a 1996-vintage digital camera. I had earlier spent the 1972-73 school year in Rouen. I turned 24 in 1973.








Rouen is also known as le pot de chambre de la Normandie — the chamber pot of Normandy — because it rains so much there. I remember the principal (proviseur) of the Lycée Corneille telling me about the local climate back in 1972. "They say it rains a lot in Rouen," he said, "but it's not true. It doesn't rain much — but it rains all the time." The rain is often just a fine mist that's still heavy enough to keep you and everything around you wet. As I've always said, you don't move to France for the weather. For the long history, the beautiful landscapes, the delicious food, yes... but not sunny weather.

07 February 2019

Rouen: 1998 photos, 1972 memories

I'll start this post with photos of a couple of places in Rouen that were really important to me when I lived and worked there in 1972-'73. The first shows the lycée (high school) where I worked. It's the Lycée Corneille, named after one of Rouen's most famous writers, Pierre Corneille, a 17th-century dramatist. The job I had at the lycée was as an assistant d'anglais, meaning I served as a native-language resource for the professeurs d'anglais and the students at the school. Some of the profs didn't seem happy to have an assistant who spoke American English. I heard that they told their students not to pick up my accent. On occasion, some profs made fun of my pronunciation (the way I said butter, little, etc.). The students, however, were motivated by a chance to learn some American vocabulary. I had an interesting year at the Lycée Corneille, and two professeurs in particular helped and supported me in my work. With one of them, I co-authored a book, published in 1975, which was a kind of dictionary of the points of English grammar and vocabulary that French students found particularly thorny.

Meanwhile, I needed a place to live in Rouen, of course. The lycée let me stay in a room in the school, which had dormitories for students who were boarders, for a few weeks at the beginning of the year while I looked for an apartment I could afford to rent. I couldn't afford much.

Finally, a woman who worked in the administrative offices at the school talked to me one day and said her parents had an apartment to rent in a house that was within easy walking distance. It was near the Rouen train station and the Vieux Marché, the city's market square. That's the house on the left. I had the two windows over the garage and the one to the left, which was the kitchen. There were a couple of problems with the apartment. First, there was no bathroom. There was a toilet located on the stairs, halfway up — my apartment was on the second floor U.S. — shared by a tenant in another apartment in the building. I had a sink, a refrigerator and stove in the kitchen, and then a bedroom. That was it. And for the first three months I lived there I didn't have hot water central heat. The owners were having a boiler installed and putting radiators in all the rooms, but from October until January I heated with little butane stove. It produced more humidity than heat, and the walls and ceiling dripped water when I lit it. It was miserable. Because the Lycée Corneille was a boarding school, and I was a part-time employee, I could haul a toilet kit and a change of clothes over there once or twice a week and take a shower while the students were in class.


Here's another view of the lycée, showing the main entrance.


In 1972, before Thanksgiving, one of my students told me after class that his mother wanted to invite me over to dinner at his house. I accepted, of course. When I got there, Mme S. and her husband invited me in. Their oldest son, my student, ate at the table too. He had two younger siblings who were called out in their pajamas to meet me and then say goodnight to everyone. Monsieur S. was a very opinionated man. I remember him asking me to tell him who had actually assassinated our President John Kennedy. It told him I didn't know, and that I didn't think anybody really knew. This was stretching my French. Monsieur S. immediately told me he already knew who killed Kennedy, and he'd be glad to clue me in. I don't remember what his theory was — what he said seemed far-fetched. He also pointed out that even it was what I wanted to drink with dinner, he did not allow Coca-Cola to be consumed at his diner table. I hadn't asked for any, actually, and I far preferred mineral water and red wine with my dinner.

Every time I walked from my Rouen apartment to the lycée, I passed by this old leftover donjon of the long-demolished Château de Rouen. It's called the Tour Jeanne-d'Arc. It's popularly believed to be the tower in which Joan of Arc was held prisoner before she was burned at the stake in Rouen in the early 1400s, but many historians doubt the accuracy of that belief.



At Thanksgiving 1972, Mme S. came to my apartment one day and brought me a turkey. She had heard of the American holiday and knew I wouldn't be able to find a turkey in the markets or shops of Rouen, and probably understood that I couldn't afford one anyway. She had ordered the bird from her butcher. The next time I was invited for dinner, a few weeks later, Mme S. was there but not Monsieur. I learned that they were in fact separated and she had asked him to come for the first dinner just for the sake of appearances. I was sort of glad he wasn't in the picture, and I ended up forming a friendship with Mme S. and her children that included weekly dinners, sessions of card-playing, and trips to places like Deauville, Dieppe, and even Reims (in Champagne), which was her home town. My French started quickly to improve.

I hope this isn't all too confusing, with memories from 1972 along with photos from 1998. I didn't have a camera when I lived in Rouen nearly 50 years ago. However, over the past dozen years, I've posted a lot of photos of Rouen scenes and landmarks on this blog (link).

06 February 2019

Avant Paris, Rouen...








Before I went to Paris in 1998, I went to Rouen to spend a week or so with friends there. Rouen is the main city in a metropolitan area of half a million people in upper Normandy. It's on the Seine river not much more than an hour from Paris by train or automobile. I spent a school year, nine months, in Rouen in 1972-73, when I was in my early 20s.








Here are some of the famous landmarks in Rouen. The best-known may well be the old clock, above, known as Le Gros Horloge. It's in the upper part of an old gateway that leads to the pedestrian street that is the city's central shopping district.








The second landmark is the city's cathedral, Notre-Dame de Rouen. It's the gothic cathedral that the impressionist Claude Monet painted 30 times in all sorts of light conditions. It was badly damaged during bombing in World War II, but no so badly that it couldn't be restored. Richard the Lionhearted's heart is contained in an urn kept in a tomb inside the cathedral.













Another famous monument, at least for Americans who love French cooking, is the restaurant where Julia Child is said to have had her first meal in France 60 years ago. She and her husband Paul were driving from Le Havre to Paris and stopped in Rouen for lunch at La Couronne, on the Place du Vieux Marché. That lunch was obviously a life-changing experience for Julia, as spending a year in Rouen was for me. I'm also lucky to have had meals at La Couronne several times in my life.








There are two other impressive churches in Rouen. This one is the Eglise Saint-Ouen. When I was spending my year in Rouen, I lived in the middle of the city, near all these monuments (and near the train station). I was sort of adopted by the family of one of my students at the lycée where I was working, and my French became much more fluent that year.





05 February 2019

Paris: monuments (1998)

The entrance to the Louvre when I first went there in 1970 was a small door sort of in the middle of this wing of the complex. It was hard to find. My impression back then (1970) was that the museum was sort of a closely guarded secret. You had to do some work before you were allowed to enter and see the treasures kept inside. This wing is called the Aile Denon and was added on to the older Grande Galerie along the Seine in the 19th century.

These are photos I took in June 1998 with a Kodak digital camera.



Back in 1970, the main courtyard, where the famous and once-controversial pyramid stands now, was actually a parking lot. Until 1989, the French Ministère des Finances occupied space on the north side of the complex. I assume it was the employees of the ministry who could park there. The glass pyramid makes for a much more impressive courtyard.



The Louvre complex was built over many centuries by many different French monarchs. The current Hôtel de Ville (city hall), however, was built between 1874 and 1882, after the older hôtel de ville was burned down during the 1871 Paris Commune insurrection. It's on the Seine just a kilometer east of the Louvre. Paris has had an elected mayor only since 1977 — Jacques Chirac was elected then.



This is the Place des Victoires, not far from the Louvre and the rue Montorgueil neighborhood. The man on the horse is Louis XIV, the Sun King, and the place was named in honor of his military victories. He was king of France for 72 years, from 1643 until 1715, but this statue depicting him on horseback dates back only to 1822. An earlier bronze statue of him was knocked down by revolutionaries in 1792.

04 February 2019

Se déplacer dans Paris

These are more Paris photos from June 1998 that I took using CHM's 1996-vintage Kodak DC50 digital camera. Looking at all these fairly recent photos makes me remember all the years I spent in Paris between 1974 and 1982. Getting from one part of the city to another was always an adventure.


For years I just rode the Métro, or subway. There are some 300 stations in Paris, so you're never far from one. In the early '70s, when I was living in places like Aix-en-Provence and Rouen, I would go to Paris as often as I could. Then in 1974 I got a job in Paris and found an apartment in the close-in suburb of Asnières-sur-Seine, near Courbevoie and Levallois-Perret on the western edge of the city.

I lived right next to the Asnières train station. I could take a commuter train three stops or so to the Gare Saint-Lazare, and there I could transfer to the Métro. I was working in the Latin Quarter, so it was a long ride. I spent so much time underground that I started to feel like I was living the life of a mole. Or an ant. At rush hour,  the trains were packed like proverbial sardine cans. Sometimes the platforms (les quais) were so crowded that you feared you might just get pushed off and fall on the tracks in front of a speeding train.

Then in 1974 or '75, the Métro system introduced the Carte Orange, a monthly pass for unlimited travel on public transit all of over the city. I was on a tight budget, so it was nice not to have to buy so many single-ride tickets every week. The Carte Orange saved me a lot of money. And one of the best benefits it provided was that it was also good on the buses that run all around the city at surface level instead of in underground tunnels.

So I started riding the buses. That's a lot more fun, because you can see where you are. With the monthly pass, you could jump off the bus whenever you saw something interesting to explore, and jump back on without having to buy or use a second ticket. In fact, most bus rides of more than three or four stops in Paris cost you two tickets anyway. Unlimited travel on buses changed my life. The downside: buses can get caught up in traffic jams.

Even so, the best way to get around in Paris was to walk. The rain be miserable, and you always to had to be careful not to step in the dog poop that littered the sidewalks. Or worry about getting run over by some crazed driver when you were crossing the street. Anyway, walking around the city was good exercise. From 1979 to '82, I lived just 10 steps off the rue Montorgueil near Les Halles. I could walk to the Latin Quarter or to Saint-Germain-des Prés, where I was working back then. What a different life that was.

03 February 2019

Paris street scenes, 1998

Pictures looking for a theme. I'm still working on photos I took in Paris in late May/early June of 1998. Walt and I were there for a two-week vacation.


La rue Montogueil

This is the neighborhood I lived in for three years, from 1979 to 1982. It's changed a lot now, and had already changed a lot between 1982 and 1998. When I lived there, it was a market street, and it was packed with cars moving through and parked everywhere. Now it's a pedestrian street, and only delivery trucks and people who live in the neighborhood are allowed to drive on the streets. Now it is lined with cafés and restaurants; I remember it being lined with food shops. There were plenty of homeless street people on it too, and merchants and shops that put their wares out on tables on the sidewalks.

A memory: one day I was pushing my way through the crowds on this street, on my way to my apartment, when I bumped into a tall man and actually stepped on his foot. It was Jacques Chirac, the mayor of Paris who would later become the president of France (1995-2007).


La cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

And also l'Hôtel Dieu, a big Paris hospital. The cathedral and the hospital are on an island, l'Île de la Cité, in the center of the city. In fact, when Paris was founded as a city, two millenia ago, the island was the city. It gradually grew to cover the territory around the island for three or four miles in every direction. The built-up area is much larger than that — the population of the Paris urban area is about 12.5 million.


L'Île Saint-Louis

The other important island in Paris is the Île Saint-Louis. A pedestrian bridge links the two islands. The Île Saint-Louis is basically residential, but also has plenty of shops and restaurants. It's famous for ice cream, which is made by local Maison Berthillon. People who live on the island used to say they were going "to the continent" when the crossed the bridges that link the island to the Left Bank or Right Bank of the Seine.


le Marais

This is the northern edge of the Marais, on the Right Bank. Marais means "swamp" and the land here used to be just that. It was reclaimed some 500 years ago and big houses and properties built on it. Later it became the city's Jewish neighborhood, and over the past 25 years it has become the city's gay neighborhood. I had friends in the Marais back in the early 1980s. It's not far from the rue Montorgueil (see above).


Ponts

The many bridges across the Seine are an important part of the network or streets in the city of Paris. So here's a bridge/street scene. I notice that in two of the photos in this set the pavement is wet. Expect rain in Paris. I remember that I walked everywhere in the city and I went through a lot of pairs of shoes because they were so often wet. Shoes didn't last long. Apart from the rain, the Paris climate is pleasant most of the time.