I've already shown you some of the important sights in this area: Notre-Dame, the Panthéon, Shakespeare and Company bookstore. We visited those locations again today, plus many others which I will share.
We met at the statue of Charlemagne in front of Notre-Dame. Charlemagne was the King of France in the late 8th-early 9th century. He made many improvements to the country, which I will not describe here. I've included a link to Wikipedia in case you're interested in learning more.
I know you've already seen some photos of Notre-Dame, but I wanted to share a little story that Tamara told us.
Okay, see all those statues up there? They are statues of the Kings of France. The cathedral of Notre-Dame was constructed beginning in 1163 and ending in 1240-something, but during the French Revolution (1789-1799), parts of it were destroyed by revolutionaries who wanted to rid the city of references to the monarchy and the power of the Catholic church. They cut off the heads of those statues! New heads were added in the 19th century, and the original pieces are now on display in le Musée National du Moyen Age. (I am definitely going to see that!)
Next, we visited the Square René Viviani, which is the park I mentioned a couple of days ago. It is so pretty, with all the rose-covered arbours. And it has free WiFi.
Those roses smelled heavenly!
The oldest tree in Paris, dating from 1601.
The fountain in the centre is dedicated to Saint-Julien le Pauvre (also known as Saint-Julien de Le Mans) and tells the story of his life. Do you want to hear it? It's interesting, I promise.
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When Saint-Julien's mother was pregnant with him, she and her husband were told that he would one day kill them. They disregarded the prophecy and he grew up as a normal child. One day, while he was hunting, Julien had a vision of a stag that shared the same prophecy with him. He was concerned and decided to move far away from his parents. He built a house, got married, and went on with his life, secure in the knowledge that since his parents were not close by, they would not be in any danger.
Then, someone told him that his wife was cheating on him. He was suspicious, but did not confront her. His parents were travelling and decided to stop in and visit their son, whom they had not seen for a long time. When they arrived at his house, there was nobody home. Since they were tired from travelling, they lay down in a bed for a rest while they waited for his return. Julien came home, saw a man and a woman in the bed and, believing it was his wife and her lover, killed them. The prophecy had come true.
To atone for his sin, Julien built a hospice on the left bank of the Seine River. He and his wife (maybe she wasn't a cheater after all?) cared for the sick and the poor, and ferried travellers across the river. Legend has it that one of the travellers was Jesus, disguised as a leper. Saint-Julien was forgiven.
I love these kinds of stories!
This is the church of Saint-Julien le Pauvre, which is adjacent to the square. This is the oldest church in Paris, built in the 12th century (begun in 1165).
We moved on to another church - Église Saint-Séverin - which is just around the corner from our apartment. In fact, it is the steeple of this church that I can see from our window. Remember the photo I posted on our first day?
Église Saint-Séverin is well-known for its gargoyles, although these critters can be found on many churches in Paris, including Notre-Dame. Gargoyles serve a practical purpose as well as a more ornamental function. They are waterspouts, designed to convey rain away from the stone walls, plus they were meant to scare people into being good. (If they do not function as waterspouts, they are not gargoyles - they are called grotesques instead.)
And, just up the road... the remains of some Roman baths.
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Which are adjacent to Le Musée National du Moyen Age.
See - more gargoyles on this building!
When I was a teenager, my mother bought me a sweatshirt that said "L'universite Paris-Sorbonne". I loved that shirt and wore it until it wore out! Well, here it is - the Sorbonne. It is one of a number of institutions that make up the University of Paris.
And the chapel at the Place de la Sorbonne, built in honour of Cardinal Richelieu.
We walked up to the Panthéon next, but I already told you about that so I'll show you this instead:
This is the official building of the 5eme Arrondissement. Paris is made up of 20 arrondissements, which are organized in a kind of snail-shape (escargot) around the Seine River. These 20 districts hold about 2 million people. There are another 10 million living in the suburbs. I do not plan to visit the suburbs of Paris.
Every arrondissement has its own character and charm.
I'm going to show you yet another church. This is the church of Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, which is located behind the Panthéon and contains the shrine of Sainte-Geneviève (the Patron Saint of Paris).
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Yup... more gargoyles.
Almost done, folks. I didn't realize I had seen so much today.
Did you know that Ernest Hemmingway lived in the Latin Quarter? He did. Here's where he liked to drink (and write, I assume).
Hemmingway lived right around the corner. I took a photo of his house, but it didn't turn out very clearly, plus there's a porta-potty out front.
Our last stop on the tour was the Square des Arènes de Lutèce, the remains of an old Gallic amphitheatre (Gaul was the Roman name for France and Lutèce was the original name of Paris).
Arènes (arena) actually means "sand". The sand was ostensibly used to soak up the blood from the gladiator games (all those lions and Christians...).
So, that was the end of our tour and we said thank you and good-bye to Tamara. On the way home, we made another important discovery:
Voilà! Mes nouveaux souliers rouges que j'ai achetée pour 5€. (My new red shoes that I bought for 5 euro!) Sandi bought a matching pair - but we won't wear them at the same time ☺
Tonight we went out for supper to celebrate notre première semaine à Paris (our first week in Paris). Although, for some odd reason, I've been craving Italian food lately - pizza from Naples, gelato from San Gimignano, that fluffy white formaggio Parmigiano that just floats down to coat my pasta - we went to a (surprise!) French restaurant.
I have to tell you a joke here - it was one of my father's favourites:
Customer in a French restaurant: Garçon, do you have frogs' legs?
Waiter: Oui, Monsieur.
Customer: Well, hop on over there and get me a bacon sandwich.
I did order frogs' legs, but they were all out. Pity. Instead, I got the escargot.
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That was some serious business, trying to get those rubbery little nuggets out of the shells without upending the whole mess onto my lap. But well worth the effort.
Dessert came with dinner, so there was no crêpe hunt tonight. Sorry to disappoint. No doubt there will be many more to come, though, so stay tuned.
Until next time... bonne nuit.
