2 days in paris
Just more more trivialities about this city after 2 days in paris.
parisinfo.de has it, that Romans founded the city “Luetia” [sic] during the 1st century a.d. at the “Ile de la Cite”. We usually manage to confine our appetite for mutual recrimination to merely petty or mildly amusing taunts. But this form of pettiness can escalate. Thus, when syphilis first began to ravage Europe in the 1480s or 1490s, for this nation maintained an impressive supply of enemies, syphilis became “the French disease” (morbus Gallicus in medical treatises, then usually published in Latin), with blame cast upon the troops of the young French king, Charles VIII, who had conquered Naples, where the disease first reached epidemic proportions, in 1495. Supporters of this theory then blamed the spread through the rest of Europe on the activities of Charles’s large corps of mercenary soldiers, who, upon demobilization, fanned out to their homes all over the continent. Maybe all this is wrong, and actually the label dates back to the mentioned parisinfo-place “Luetia”. Historians should give it some thought. At least, as a capital of love, they do have juice de l’homme for sale…
(Next to the fact, that the text in German is full of mistakes, the informations contained are very useful indeed.)
Somehow Paris is comparable to N.Y. – a collective self hypnosis on national, and even global, scale. Else no one would want to come and live there. For the rich, it can be fun. For anybody else it is just tiresome and a challenge. Depending upon resilience level, some find it charming, some find it charming for a while and some just skip it😛
Paris is overcrowded, overbuilt, and overpriced, three good reasons not to like it – at a first glance, at least. But thanks to the perfect host, that took me in there, I did discover charming qualities about this city that do not require filthy wealth as a prerequisite. It turned out, that I was the lucky guy on whom my generous host did lavishly spend his hospitality at his cute place next to the Louvre,
as much as his vast knowledge in matters of culture, arts and politics, making my weekend in Paris one of the weekends of my life. Retrospectively it turned out though, that I was mistaken while I believed he would have enjoyed it likewise. He did not at all. Alas, this makes just another lesson of how people’s communication at times does not convey people’s meaning, and places his charming hospitality the higher. Just that I do feel sheepish about that part now.
yummie pastry right at a corner in front of the big tart called Hotel de la Ville
a bit hidden in St. Germain de Prés but worth a trip for its odes in sugar, marzipan and chocolate (see pixx below)
yummie, experimental caribbean food with the tiniest tables i have encountered so far – cuddly experience, though for a pity not with the giant red haired cutie of a waiter, who is not only the most efficient employee there, but the sexiest guy in whole wide paris.
in front of a broken niki-de-saint-phalle-fountain, next to the Ctr. Pompidou – reasonable prices for somewhat tiny serves of good quality food.
secret: 24/7 food, affordable and reasonable, and not only piglegs, as the name might suggest.
I adored the collections there…
a pretty semi-circular courtyard and garden, the palace is similar to the Grand Palais, with ionic columns, grand porch and dome. fancy collection of Medieval and Renaissance paintings, drawings and objets d’art in the Dutuit Collection, containing Rembrant‘s Self Portrait in Oriental Attire plus the City of Paris collection of works by French artists, such as Jean Ingres, Eugène Delacroix and Gustave Courbet.
Consecrated on April 26, 1248. The patron was the very devout Louis IX of France, who constructed it as a chapel for the royal palace. The palace itself has otherwise utterly disappeared, leaving the Sainte Chapelle all but surrounded by the Palais de Justice, which carries on a single function of the palace, which was the site of the king’s lit de justice where important aristocrats pled their cases before the king. There is something deeply byzantine about its gothic interior…
super crowded, impossible to stay in, but very nice mixed crowd. as my host said: “people do show off a little there. but while anywhere else in Paris, it is about money, here at least it is about creativity.”
A night club in a former public bath, and turned into a real monument of Paris nightlife. Huge queues at the entrance, but else cute. That is, if they turn the air condition on. Which they did not, when I was there. Then it turns into a public bath in a night club.
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