Paris day 14 : redeeming at St Sulpice.
Not being especially catholic at all, your special envoy after so much materialism, decided to try some redeeming by visiting the square at St Sulpice.
On the way she stopped in the little garden in front of Tall's fav haunt :
then stopped at the delightful little Theatre du Vieux Colombier, the Theater of the Old Dovecot,which is now a small branch of the wonderful classical theater la Comedie Francaise,
where they play... Les Joyeuses Commeres de Windsor, The Merry Wives of Windsor, because Shakespeare was probably french of course,
then on to St Sulpice where they had set little white log cabins with merchants,
one of them being a set of a Creche, the Manger made with little provencal figurines, les Santons:
but you must not touch them :
then I tried to have a look at the church, but it was still under restoration, which started about in 1979 but is way, way, away from being over,
anyway the St Sulpice church was built on the site of a destroyed roman church from the 13th century which, itself must have been beautiful, the one we have now was finished in 1768, and considered as way too new and pretty ugly and heavy, people will even say le style St Sulpice, the St Suplice style, and believe me, that doesn't sound pretty when they say it.
So,with a heavy heart, I decided not to redeem myself at all, and check out the little streets around it which are much older and specially charming, liked the rue Palatine :
which as you can see was named in honor of Anne de Baviere, 1643-1723, who was Princesse Palatine.
Le Mont Palatin is in a area near Rome, and Anne de Baviere,
was said to be a very pious, kind woman who lived nearby in the Luxembourg gardens.
From other sources I heard she might have had a little fun too, and frankly when you look at the Eglise St Suplice, you really hope so.
In the lovely next crossing street, rue Servandoni, is a delightful little bistrot ( Tall, make a note of it )
and then you take Rue Canivet and arrive at the lovely Rue Ferou,
which has two signs as the pic below shows,
the lowest one is already at about 12 feet high, and the upper one is at about... 18 feet.
Which brings about the next question ;
who was the really really tall french guy who needed to read the rue Ferou at about 18 feet of height ??
Which is a good lesson for my Tall daughter when she moans and faints about her vertical length.
Because I missed suddenly my little girl, I went back to the St Suplice square and its merchants,
to get a Vin Chaud, Mulled wine and Gauffres, Waffles :
then I stopped at the Poilane bakery, and checked the surrounding delicate stores, before getting back home.
To morrow : Snow !!!!!!!
your special envoy