|courtyard Hotel de Beauvais|
|irrefutable proof Mozart was there|
We next passed a classic example of old Paris architecture with exposed beams and an angled foundation to prevent collapse. Note well, John, for any future home improvements you and Judy have planned.
Up another block or so to St. Gervais-et-St. Protais Church, named--surprisingly--after the British comedian, Ricky Gervais. Quelle surprise! But I digress. It was built on an alluvial mound that the river coughed up and which would then protect buildings from later flooding. It was built in the 1600s in Gothic style and has a gorgeous organ. Look at the two types of benches--small impossibly uncomfortable ones for the rabble and more comfortable half seats for the gentry.
|St. Gervais, complete with lovely delivery truck|
|St. Gervais altar|
|St. Gervais organ|
|benches for commoners|
|half-seats for privileged, note the dancing couple in middle--depiction of me and Mary|
|one of many Wallace fountains all over Paris|
|Hotel de Sens|
|see cannonball to right of tower|
|Village St. Paul|
|passage into back of church|
|gas pipe from old street lamps|
|St. Paul altar|
|St Paul organ|
There our tour ended, and after lunch we set on a long, long hike through a very different area of the city to visit the famous Perre Lachaise cemetery. The walk was not especially picturesque but very interesting because this was a working class area, and a Paris very different from anywhere else we had been. The cemetery is huge and houses Balzac, Sarah Bernhardt, Chopin, Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf, Marcel Proust, Gertrude Stein, and on and on. I wanted to find Jim Morrison's grave and thought I knew where it was--I didn't. We got hopelessly lost. We wandered until an elderly man asked what I was looking for; when I told him, he proceeded to lead me on a guided tour of various graves until we wound up at Morrison's, where there was a crowd. My French is so bad, but I could actually understand most of what he told me, and we had something of a fractured, friendly conversation. So much for the common American stereotype that the French are effete, distant, dismissive, and disdainful of anyone who does not speak the language as they do. We have yet to meet anyone, literally anyone, who meets those stereotypes. Vive la France!
|Jim Morrison's grave|