Paris domes: final installment

Here are a few more photos of domes that I saw on the Paris skyline when I was up at the top of the Tour Saint-Jacques last week. First, a view looking out over the Latin Quarter.

The main landmark you see in the photo above is the Sorbonne, with its green observatory domes and, on the right, the much larger dome of the Chapelle de la Sorbonne, which Cardinal Richelieu had built in the 1600s. In the distance, you can see the white dome of the larger and newer Observatoire at the end of the avenue of the same name. In front of the Sorbonne stands the Eglise Saint-Séverin and its steeple.

Looking in the opposite direction from the top of the Tour Saint-Jacques, you can see some of the best known domes of Paris, those of Sacré-Cœur, at the top of Montmartre.

And looking southwest, you can see not only L'Eglise du Dôme des Invalides, but also, in the foreground, the dome or cupola of the Institut de France, which includes the Académie Française and several other literary, artistic, and scientific academies.

The dome of the Institut stands on the banks of the Seine at the south end of the Pont des Arts, which is a footbridge linking it to the Louvre.

A couple of evenings ago, France 2 television's daily newscast ran a report about the Tour Saint-Jacques and the fact that it open to the public this summer for the first time since it was built in 1519. Here's a link. The Tour Saint-Jacques story is toward the end of the show and the guide who led the tour I was on is featured prominently in it.

Paris Plages 2013

Somehow my post today just disappeared. I'm mystified and confused. I'll try to put it back, if I can find it somewhere.

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Here are the photos I posted this morning, dans le désordre. I've looked everywhere but I can't find the original post about the Paris beach, and my memory is not good enough to let me retype it all as it was. I wrote about beaches and the Batobus boats that you can take to travel along the Seine instead of taking the métro or the autobus.

Truckloads of sand are brought into the city and spread along the south-facing express lanes that run along the Seine.

Paris Plages is in its eleventh year.

Paris domes: operatic and commercial

There are two opera houses in Paris — three, really, if you count the Opéra Comique. The older opera house, at the top of the Avenue de l'Opéra between the Louvre and Palais Royal to the south, and the Galeries Lafayette and Printemps department stores to the north, is the one you see in the picture below. It has a dome. The newer opera house, at Bastilles, doesn't.

The Opéra Garnier dome seen from on top of the Tour Saint-Jacques

Here's a much longer view, showing not only the Opéra Garnier but also the Eglise Saint-Eustache, on the right, and on the left, the dome of the Bourse de Commerce — the Paris commodities exchange. Pre-dating the current building was a building called La Halle aux Blés, or the grain market.

The neighborhoods south and west of Les Halles, including the Bourse de Commerce, the Opéra Garnier, and the Eglise Saint-Eustache

Here's a closer view of the dôme or coupole (cupola) of the Bourse de Commerce, with the opera house in the background. Both buildings date back to the second half of the 19th century.

The Bourse de Commerce in the foreground, with the Opéra Garnier in the distance

Finally, there's another domed building in central Paris that carries the word "commerce" in its name: Le Tribunal de Commerce is on the Ile de la Cité, right across the river from the Place du Châtelet and the Tour Saint-Jacques.

Le Tribunal de Commerce de Paris

This is another domed building dating to the second half of the 19th century. I have one more post about Paris domes planned — maybe tomorrow or the day after.

The weather continues hot here in Saint-Aignan, but probably not as hot as it is in Paris. Our high temperature yesterday was 32.6ºC in the shade — that's just over 90ºF. We are supposed to have thunderstorms, with a possibility of hail, tonight.

Figuring out lunch in Paris

Our weather is really hot again now. Welcome to August. Yesterday the temperature was up to about 85ºF (30ºC). Today it's predicted to hit the low to mid-90s F, or close to 35ºC. The sun really beats down. We don't have air conditioning. This morning I got up at about 5:15 a.m. and opened the house up completely to let in as much cool air as possible before we close up again to keep out the hot rays of the afternoon sun and the hot air.

A week ago I was in Paris. It was hot there too. It was especially hot on the streets, out in the sun. But that's where I was: walking. I figure I walked 10 kilometers around the city last Friday, and I took another fairly long walk on Saturday — maybe half as far, because my feet were starting to hurt at that point. And I was getting tired of sweating. The morning news just reported that July 2013 was the third-hottest month in France in 100 years.

The Tour Saint-Jacques in central Paris, seen from busy Rue Saint-Antoine

On Friday, I started walking where the no. 70 bus let me off, on the Left Bank end of the Pont Neuf. I walked through the Place Dauphine on the Ile de la Cité and over to the Place du Châtelet. I waited for about an hour to join the first group of 17 "tourists" and two guides to climb to the top of the Tour Saint-Jacques at 10 a.m. The 300-step climb was a killer — I'm 64 years old — especially because it had rained hard in the morning and when the sun came out Paris felt like a steam bath. Interestingly, all the people in the group were French except me and one young Asian woman. I don't think most tourists are out and about by 9:00 a.m.

This man — homeless, I presume — was enjoying a soft drink and had his cat tied to a tree
in the park at the base of the Tour Saint-Jacques.

After climbing up the tower, taking a lot of pictures, and then descending from the heights (16 stories up), I walked eastward to the Bazar de l'Hôtel de Ville department store on the Rue de Rivoli. I went in and got a blast of air-conditioned air to dry myself out slightly, and then I walked over to the Place du Bourg-Tibourg to sit down at a café and have something cold to drink. I ordered a tall glass of water... and a beer. I hardly ever drink beer, but on hot days it can be really refreshing.

View down onto a café at 10:30 a.m. from 16 stories up on the Tour Saint-Jacques

I continued my trek into the Marais and through the old Rue des Rosiers neighborhood. There weren't an awful lot of people on the streets — it was too hot and muggy, I guess, and in late July many Parisians have left the heat of the city to vacation in other parts of France, or in Spain or Italy, for example. I was just wandering, and wondering where I might have lunch and what I might eat.

Staff at a sidewalk café setting up for the lunch rush

I thought about going to one of Walt's and my favorite pizzerias, Le Sant'Antonio, but then CHM (who I was staying with) and I had talked about having Italian food that day or the next. And Walt was planning to make pizza as my welcome-home lunch on Sunday back in Saint-Aignan. I skipped the Sant'Antonio — reluctantly.

Walking on toward the Seine and the Ile Saint-Louis, I decided I'd eat an omelet for lunch. I figured CHM and I would have either Italian or Japanese for dinner later in the day, and an omelet wouldn't be too filling. There's nothing like a nice not-overcooked omelet — une omelette baveuse, or "drooly" — in a Paris café or restaurant. You never get that kind of omelet in the U.S., and I'm afraid I'm not very good at making runny omelets at home. I should try more often to perfect the technique.

As I was getting close to the bridge — Le Pont Louis-Philippe — that would lead over to the Ile Saint-Louis and then to Notre-Dame cathedral, I passed by a restaurant where I've had several good meals over the past five years. It's called the Café-Restaurant Louis-Philippe (link, link, link, link) and it has a big outdoor terrace in shade.

That makes for a very pleasant place for lunch when the weather is fine. And by coincidence, on the chalkboard announcing the day's special for lunch, here's what I saw: Omelette paysanne, salade verte. It was meant to be. (Paysanne means "peasant-" or "country-style.")

I sat alone surrounded by two men having lunch on one side of me and a man and a woman on the other side — all French. I eavesdropped shamelessly on their conversations as I enjoyed my omelet, salad, white wine, and coffee.