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tenlittlebullets) wrote2007-08-07 08:11 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2007-08-07 08:11 am
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Paris photo post #1: The idyll of the rue Oudinot and the epic of the rue Rambuteau
Feeling slightly better, although I'm still sleeping an awful lot. Bah. *shakes fist at mysterious illness*
In any case, I've improved to the point of being able to post pictures and actually explain them this time! The Conciergie pictures from the last post were, in order, a random cell, a drawing of Camille looking pretty, a letter written by Robespierre, two busts of same, two pictures of the expiatory chapel created in Marie-Antoinette's old cell during the Restoration, the room where the Girondins spent their last night, a recreation of Marie-Antoinette's cell, and another random cell. Whee. The gift shop had little music boxes that played Ça Ira and the Carmagnole (and the Marseillaise, of course), which I had to restrain myself from buying.
Today we have pictures of the rue Oudinot, formerly Plumet, and of the area around the barricade. I would also like to take this occasion to announce that sometime during the trip to France, my beloved Brick finally cracked right down its spine; the section from Corinth to the end fell right off, and is of itself thicker than most paperbacks one runs across at Borders. I hope I can repair it with sufficient quantities of duct tape.
About the middle of the last century, a chief justice in the Parliament of Paris having a mistress and concealing the fact, for at that period the grand seignors displayed their mistresses, and the bourgeois concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, in the deserted Rue Blomet, which is now called Rue Plumet...
-Victor Hugo
Rue OUDINOT: Historique: Précédemment rue Plumet et antérieurement chemin de Blomet.
-Nomenclature des voies
This is, alas, the closest thing there is to a garden on the rue Oudinot, right in front of a rather ugly apartment complex. However, it's on the side of the street that might conceivably support a secret passage to the Rue de Babylone...
The Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondetour, a basket-maker's shop... have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed hardly thirty years ago. It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds spell Chanverrerie, and the celebrated public-house called Corinthe...
(As one enters the rue Rambuteau near the Halles, this is actually on the left, as the rue Mondétour sort of disappears to the right.)
Persons who wish to picture to themselves in a tolerably exact manner the constitution of the houses which stood at that epoch near the Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, where to-day lies the embouchure of the Rue Rambuteau, have only to imagine an N touching the Rue Saint-Denis with its summit and the Halles with its base, and whose two vertical bars should form the Rue de la Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse bar should be formed by the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The old Rue Mondetour cut the three strokes of the N at the most crooked angles. So that the labyrinthine confusion of these four streets sufficed to form, on a space three fathoms square, between the Halles and the Rue Saint-Denis on the one hand, and between the Rue du Cygne and the Rue des Precheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, like the blocks of stone in a dock, by narrow crannies.
(Modern view of this section of Paris; period view, which matches Hugo's description.)
View down the rue Rambuteau facing the Halles. The scaffolding on the right side of the street is approximately where the barricade would have been; the cross street is the rue Pierre Lescot, which didn't exist in 1832 and slices the block between the rue St-Denis and the rue Mondétour in half.
View down the rue Rambuteau from the rue Mondétour.
View of the rue Mondétour from the rue Rambuteau.
View of the rue de la Grande Truanderie from the rue Mondétour. Approximately the spot where Eponine died.
View of the rue du Cygne from the rue Mondétour.
View of the rue Saint-Denis from its intersection with the rue du Cygne. The church on the left didn't exist in the 1830s, as it had been destroyed and was only restored in 1849.
All at once, he heard a tumult behind him, hurried footsteps, cries of "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, Enjolras passing, gun in hand, and Gavroche with his pistol, Feuilly with his sword, Courfeyrac with his sword, and Jean Prouvaire with his blunderbuss, Combeferre with his gun, Bahorel with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following them.
The Rue de la Chanvrerie was not more than a gunshot long. Bossuet improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his mouth, and shouted:--
"Courfeyrac! Courfeyrac! Hohee!"
Courfeyrac heard the shout, caught sight of Bossuet, and advanced a few paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which crossed a "Where are you going?"
"To make a barricade," replied Courfeyrac.
"Well, here! This is a good place! Make it here!"
"That's true, Aigle," said Courfeyrac.
And at a signal from Courfeyrac, the mob flung themselves into the Rue de la Chanvrerie.
More to come.
In any case, I've improved to the point of being able to post pictures and actually explain them this time! The Conciergie pictures from the last post were, in order, a random cell, a drawing of Camille looking pretty, a letter written by Robespierre, two busts of same, two pictures of the expiatory chapel created in Marie-Antoinette's old cell during the Restoration, the room where the Girondins spent their last night, a recreation of Marie-Antoinette's cell, and another random cell. Whee. The gift shop had little music boxes that played Ça Ira and the Carmagnole (and the Marseillaise, of course), which I had to restrain myself from buying.
Today we have pictures of the rue Oudinot, formerly Plumet, and of the area around the barricade. I would also like to take this occasion to announce that sometime during the trip to France, my beloved Brick finally cracked right down its spine; the section from Corinth to the end fell right off, and is of itself thicker than most paperbacks one runs across at Borders. I hope I can repair it with sufficient quantities of duct tape.
About the middle of the last century, a chief justice in the Parliament of Paris having a mistress and concealing the fact, for at that period the grand seignors displayed their mistresses, and the bourgeois concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, in the deserted Rue Blomet, which is now called Rue Plumet...
-Victor Hugo
Rue OUDINOT: Historique: Précédemment rue Plumet et antérieurement chemin de Blomet.
-Nomenclature des voies
This is, alas, the closest thing there is to a garden on the rue Oudinot, right in front of a rather ugly apartment complex. However, it's on the side of the street that might conceivably support a secret passage to the Rue de Babylone...
The Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondetour, a basket-maker's shop... have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed hardly thirty years ago. It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds spell Chanverrerie, and the celebrated public-house called Corinthe...
(As one enters the rue Rambuteau near the Halles, this is actually on the left, as the rue Mondétour sort of disappears to the right.)
Persons who wish to picture to themselves in a tolerably exact manner the constitution of the houses which stood at that epoch near the Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, where to-day lies the embouchure of the Rue Rambuteau, have only to imagine an N touching the Rue Saint-Denis with its summit and the Halles with its base, and whose two vertical bars should form the Rue de la Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse bar should be formed by the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The old Rue Mondetour cut the three strokes of the N at the most crooked angles. So that the labyrinthine confusion of these four streets sufficed to form, on a space three fathoms square, between the Halles and the Rue Saint-Denis on the one hand, and between the Rue du Cygne and the Rue des Precheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, like the blocks of stone in a dock, by narrow crannies.
(Modern view of this section of Paris; period view, which matches Hugo's description.)
View down the rue Rambuteau facing the Halles. The scaffolding on the right side of the street is approximately where the barricade would have been; the cross street is the rue Pierre Lescot, which didn't exist in 1832 and slices the block between the rue St-Denis and the rue Mondétour in half.
View down the rue Rambuteau from the rue Mondétour.
View of the rue Mondétour from the rue Rambuteau.
View of the rue de la Grande Truanderie from the rue Mondétour. Approximately the spot where Eponine died.
View of the rue du Cygne from the rue Mondétour.
View of the rue Saint-Denis from its intersection with the rue du Cygne. The church on the left didn't exist in the 1830s, as it had been destroyed and was only restored in 1849.
All at once, he heard a tumult behind him, hurried footsteps, cries of "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, Enjolras passing, gun in hand, and Gavroche with his pistol, Feuilly with his sword, Courfeyrac with his sword, and Jean Prouvaire with his blunderbuss, Combeferre with his gun, Bahorel with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following them.
The Rue de la Chanvrerie was not more than a gunshot long. Bossuet improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his mouth, and shouted:--
"Courfeyrac! Courfeyrac! Hohee!"
Courfeyrac heard the shout, caught sight of Bossuet, and advanced a few paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which crossed a "Where are you going?"
"To make a barricade," replied Courfeyrac.
"Well, here! This is a good place! Make it here!"
"That's true, Aigle," said Courfeyrac.
And at a signal from Courfeyrac, the mob flung themselves into the Rue de la Chanvrerie.
More to come.
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