Photo Essay: Paris, Part VI: [ Click here to view the previous Paris photography essay. ] February 9, 2005, 12.50 PM I am in some restaurant near the main court of Paris where they have pizza pescatore for a mere €10 but their Cokes, lemonades, what have you are nearly as much as the pizza - per glass. Bizarre. Oh well, this will help me make the €15 minimum to use my credit card, as I'm down to €10 cash in my pocket and I leave in a few hours. I'd rather not get charged another fee for converting hard currency. Again, I'm seated within a meter of another person - well, actually, about a third that distance. Personal space in France in nearly nonexistant and it must drive claustrophobic Americans nutty when they visit. But I digress for the dozenth time. I was telling you about my morning around Notre Dame cathedral. I also saw the archaeological crypt beneath Ile de la Cité, the island upon which Notre Dame was built.
The crypt is an area beneath the square that lies in front of Notre Dame. Descend down a flight of stairs beneath the square and you can see the excavated remains of foundations built two millenia ago by the Parisii, the Celtic tribe after which Paris is named. It was an excellent lesson in the evolution of Paris, and a fascinating hour or two for this archaeologist (I don't do much archaeology these days, but hold a masters in historical archaeology, so this was a wonderful expenditure of my time).
And I saw the gardens behind Notre Dame: Square Jean XXIII.
And I walked around the Palais de Justice (that medieval castle I mentioned previously). Originally built during the middle ages to house the kings of France, it is now the somewhat modernly renovated court of Paris, guarded by dozens of uniformed police at its many entrances, and allegedly the daily 'home' of about four thousand civil servants. As it turns out, I could have actually made my way through all the security, walked the halls, and peeked in on a few of the cases being tried, but I didn't know that at the time. Something to do next trip, certainly.
I had a pleasant and interesting chat with two female police officers guarding one of the gates. I was for some reason a bit nervous approaching them, but they seemed friendly and helpful to other people, and after introducing myself and telling them that I was an officer in the States, we had a rather nice little chat comparing work environment, staffing levels, equipment, and training. I have just finished the most expensive Coca Cola I have ever consumed (50cl = €8), and while it tasted no better than any other Coca Cola I've ever had, it was the most savoured of any I have ever had. It sort of evened out, though - the pizza was excellent and worth far more than €10, so I'll just pretend that it was more expensive and the Coke was cheaper. I really wanted a soda, obviously. After lunch I have decided I will walk the Seine's banks back to where I began yesterday, Pont Alexandre III. I may take in the Rodin gardens and museum, as he's my favorite sculptor, despite the fact that I've seen his work countless times elsewhere and despite the fact that it's late in the day and despite the fact that I left my museum sketch book in Alaska. If nothing else, I hear it's one of the quieter spots in Paris.
They had to ask me to leave le Musée Rodin.
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