Every Day Won’t Be Glorious

Canal-St-Martin

Canal St. Martin in Paris on a cloudy day.

Today all the physical activity of the past few days seems to have caught up with me – I’m tired. My knees aren’t as happy as I am about all that walking I did yesterday although I did walk three miles so far today. This was a more typically Parisian day with gray skies and cooler temps.

Because I’ve been to Paris many times, often as a tour guide, I’ve seen all the famous sites. This two-week stay in Paris is intended to make me what the French call a “flaneur.” That’s a person who walks around Paris, simply observing. I’m staying in the eastern part of the city this trip in an area I don’t know well. It’s near an old canal called Canal St. Martin which has become a magnet for young professionals in recent years. I’ve read a lot about it since my last extended stay here and I want to discover the shops, galleries and bistrots I’ve read about. So, on this cloudy day that’s where I headed. Today is a holiday, of course, so almost everything is closed but I walked along the canal taking pictures of the old bridges that cross it.

As I began to tire of the sameness of the walk a magnificent old building a block away caught my attention. It was the St. Louis Hospital, built in 1605-06. There’s a high wall surrounding it which I’d love to enter with my camera. This ancient place was replaced by a modern hospital in the 1980s.

Hopital-St-Louis

Hospital St. Louis, built ca. 1605, in Paris

As I turned to walk away I immediately realized I was at the site of one of the cafés attacked in November, the Café Ca. Rillon Bistrot. Christmas trees have been located nearby to be covered in messages to the victims. As I began to walk away I noticed directly across the narrow street another of the cafés where people were killed that night, Le Petit Cambodge. Truly I didn’t set out to find any of the sites of the horror that occurred in Paris on that terrible night. These places made me feel very sad. It’s hard to understand why the terrorists would have picked these places on this narrow old street where everything gives the impression of poverty. This is not a neighborhood of yuppies – it’s a diverse area where people of many nationalities are trying to survive in this expensive city.

Sadness

Earlier this week my grandchildren introduced me to this little character from the film Inside-Out. Someone from Spain taped this to the café window. Tristesse is French for sadness.

As it approaches central Paris near the Bastille the canal has been pushed underground and a street named for Richard Lenoir now exists above it. The street is a wide boulevard with a park running down its center the full length of the underground canal, ending at the site of the old Bastille prison where the French Revolution began. Today a modern opera house stands where the prison once did.

After a break at McDonalds for coffee, I walked another mile but my knees insisted I take them home. So here I am, with a report to you that’s pretty much a “downer,” back in my apartment by 4:00 pm (Paris time) working up the energy to go look for an open restaurant for a good dinner this evening.

The issue that most concerned me in the months I was planning this journey is how my knees will hold up. I hope I don’t end up touring Europe in bicycle-driven pedi-cabs!

Peace!

Libbie

About Libbie Griffin

For several months recently I've been traveling around Europe. Write to me at in.my.suitcase.too@gmail.com if you would like to receive a very short email each time I post new words and pictures here. I would love for you to tell your friends who love to travel about this blog. And I would be very happy to read about your experiences, your suggestions and your questions in the comments section. Let's make this blog a conversation! Thanks! Libbie Griffin
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2 Responses to Every Day Won’t Be Glorious

  1. ldodge12 says:

    You sound so sad. Your knees will get up to speed. You might also consider a stamp at pharmacy for a better antidote than Aleve.

    I heard St Martin will be drained this month. Should reveal some “treasures.”

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  2. Hi Linda,
    I rented this apartment early last year so when the attacks of November 13 occurred I knew I would be in the neighborhood that was the focus of the assassins. I didn’t realize how close I would be, however, and so walking past the places where more than 130 young people lost their lives was unexpected and truly sad. In the window of one of the attacked restaurants there is a poster with photos and details of about 16 of the victims and separately a page about the young American woman who died. Everywhere I go in the 11th there are reminders.
    My knees, on the other hand, are not a surprise. I asked for some Aleve at a pharmacy on the first day and learned that it can only be obtained by prescription. I’ve walked about 15 miles in the first three days — something I don’t normally do! I think my legs are just sore and tired and today (Sunday) I’m taking it easy. Today is a rainy day. Tomorrow will be clear and I plan to go to rue de Clichy then.
    Libbie

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