{"id":1230,"date":"2016-03-06T11:45:41","date_gmt":"2016-03-06T19:45:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1230"},"modified":"2016-03-06T11:45:41","modified_gmt":"2016-03-06T19:45:41","slug":"the-last-time-i-saw-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1230","title":{"rendered":"The last time I saw Paris"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Eiffel<\/a>

The Eiffel Tower. This and most other images by Tony Eppstein<\/p><\/div>\n

An old letter from my black file cabinet brought back memories of a brief vacation in Paris in 1962. Rereading the headlong, crammed-onto-the-page text, I hear again the breathless voice of a wide-eyed young traveler falling in love with the city of light.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve not been back to Paris. It\u2019s likely I never will. But, as in the old Jerome Kern song, I\u2019m happy to remember her as I saw her back then.<\/p>\n

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Listen to Dame Kiri Te Kanawa
\nsinging \u201cThe Last Time I Saw Paris.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

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Windsor, 24 Sept<\/p>\n

Dear Mum & Dad,<\/p>\n

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Breakfast tray at our door each morning: croissants with butter and jam, caf\u00e9 au lait<\/em>–the height of luxury.<\/p><\/div>\n

Back home in England again, and not particularly pleased to be back to these bleak autumnal mists, and a real stinker of a cold to go with it\u2014first cold I have had for ages. We had a wonderful week in Paris, and fell in love with the city. Left very early Monday morning\u2014rose before the sun, about 5 am, and took off at 8 in a Caravelle, a very fast French jet plane, which landed us in Paris before 9 \u2013 though it was after 10 by the time we got to our hotel, which was in a little side street off one of the main boulevards. Rather noisy, at least for the first night, as it was close to the great city market, which does its business in the small hours of the morning. The second night we didn\u2019t even notice it. Nice room, with a balcony from which we could watch all the goings-on in the street below\u2014most entertaining. We spent practically every day walking\u2014the number of miles must be pretty high. First morning we went down to the old centre of the city, the \u00cele de la Cit\u00e9, an island in the Seine, and had a look at Notre-Dame\u2014I hope you got the postcard I sent you of it. Spent the rest of the day pottering round the island, along the banks of the river to the Tuileries, and back by a more or less circular route to the hotel. The next day we went up to the north side of the city, to the hills of Montmartre\u2014fascinating streets, most of them ending in steps, somewhat like parts of Wellington, and with graceful balconied buildings with the plaster peeling off. About midday we went out to the woods of Boulogne, a huge park just out of the city, where we watched workmen playing at bowls in their lunch-hour. It is a sort of grown-up marbles, played with heavy steel balls that you throw to knock out the kitty. Then we went back to the Arc de Triomphe and walked down the Champs Elysees\u2014lots of interesting shops, and the wide street incredibly tightly packed with vehicles\u2014you look down the street and you see nothing but a sea of car roofs. Traffic in Paris is very thick, very, very fast (no speed limits) but amazingly well organized. Pedestrians beware though\u2014they are very much second class citizens, and boy do they hop when the traffic starts to move. Anyway, back to Tuesday\u2014later in the afternoon we went over and had a look at the Eiffel Tower\u2014a remarkable piece of engineering. We didn\u2019t go up it, however\u2014we had already seen enough views of Paris from above, and weren\u2019t very keen on its reputation for swaying.<\/p>\n

\"versailles<\/a>

A line of marble statues in the gardens of Versailles.<\/p><\/div>\n

The next day we met my college friend John Wilson, who is at present living in Paris, and he took us out for the day in his little car, one of the new utility model Citroens. You may not have seen them in New Zealand. A chopped-off little bug, a bit ugly, very mass-produced, but able to go anywhere, very cheap, and very comfortable to ride in. There are thousands of them in Paris. Went first to Versailles, to look at the palace where the king and Marie Antoinette were taken from to have their heads chopped off. A most impressive building (though we didn\u2019t have time to go inside), and the gardens are incredibly beautiful, in a cool, formal sort of way. Mostly vistas of fountains and pools, with statues, with a few formal flower beds, and woods beyond, laid out with a grace and elegance unknown to these more democratic times. We could have stayed there just wandering all day, but had to get going again, through side roads and quaint little villages. We had lunch in one, at a street caf\u00e9 in the village square, just outside the gates of a very charming old chateau, whose towers were reflected in the canal close by. Then on to Chartres. The cathedral stands on a hill overlooking the plain, where there has been a church since the third century. This one was built in the 13th century, and was remarkable in that, except for part of one tower, which is noticeably odd, it was completed in thirty years. Outside very elaborate and impressive relief carvings in the porches, lots of gargoyles and what not.<\/p>\n

\"Rose<\/a>

North transept rose window at Chartres. Image from Wikipedia.<\/p><\/div>\n

You go inside, and it seems at first quite dark. Then gradually, as your eyes get used to the light, the huge pillars begin to appear, lit up by a pale greenish, strangely luminescent glow. Then you look up, and are practically dazzled in the burst of red and blue and green. The stained glass windows of Chartres are said to be the most magnificent in the world, and I can well believe it. To the north, south and west are huge rose windows, and all around are arches, each closely worked with many little pictures of saints, in incredibly fine detail. The result is a blaze of pattern and colour.<\/p>\n

Then back the sixty miles to Paris, through wide open fields\u2014no fences in this region, and the land is fairly bare of trees, and with a very gentle swell. It is a grain growing area\u2014lots of harvesting machinery, and everything a beautiful golden colour\u2014even the soil is the same colour as the wheat stubble. The next day we went to the Louvre museum, or at least to a small annexe, the Impressionists gallery\u2014Van Gogh, Renoir and co., and discovered again the beauty of many of the paintings that we had thought a bit hackneyed in reproduction\u2014things like Degas\u2019s ballet pictures for instance\u2014very beautiful and subtle in the originals. Spent all morning there, and in the afternoon walked over to the other side of the city, to see the UNESCO building, a very fine modern building. Our favourite part of it was a Japanese garden in the grounds, a little area of different levels and contrasting textures of stones and gravels, a stream and a pond, and a few bushes. Sounds rather stark and uninteresting to describe, but the result was charming, and very peaceful and relaxing. Friday back to the Louvre, to the main museum this time, but when you think that each of the wings of this is about a mile long, with several intersecting galleries about half a mile across, and all several stories high, you will realise that we didn\u2019t see much of it, and even what we did see\u2014mostly Assyrian, Egyptian, Greek and Roman antiquities, there were so many fascinating and beautiful things to look at that we didn\u2019t do them justice\u2014excuse for going back! Later in the afternoon we had to think of getting ourselves back to the airport. Bought some beautiful (smelly) French cheeses from one of the many street markets, then got out to the airport to catch our plane at seven. Wonderful to see the lights of London as we flew over the city\u2014when we got under the cloud, that is. Very exhausted by the time we got home, but still wouldn\u2019t mind doing it again. Though went into London yesterday, to see [our friend] Bill, an exhibition at the Tate, and a concert at the Festival Hall, and decided that London was rather lovely too.<\/p>\n

Vive la France!<\/em> Love, Maureen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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