Yesterday, I walked down to the Boulevard Haussmann in search of a WiFi hotspot, and wandered up and down the Boulevard des Italiens and into the little Rue des Italiens, looking for a dive called Le Trou dans le Mur (The hole in the wall) described by Hemingway in A Moveable Feast. As I suspected, it doesn't exist anymore. I went to the Bibliothèque nationale, the old buildings on the Rue de Richelieu, to renew my carte de lecteur so I can get some research done, and I saw the photographs from August 1944 at the Bourse, in front of the Agence France-Press building (see post on June 14). That was not all that interesting, as there are only three columns with a few photographs. I did learn that the major exhibit of those photographs (Août 1944: Paris insurgé, Paris libéré) can be seen at the Mémorial Leclerc/Musée Jean Moulin, by the Gare de Montparnasse, until April 5, 2005. There are other columns, too, all around Paris.
Wandering in the 5th, I happened upon the Polly Maggoo, where I found a great WiFi signal. (It's in a new location, for anyone who knew that bar in its last incarnation, further from the river on the Rue Saint-Jacques. WiFi signals are notoriously unreliable, and many of the McDo WiFi hotspots do not work. The McDo by the Métro stop at Cadet in the 9th has always worked, as has the one in the 5th on Boulevard St-Germain, but neither of the ones on the Boulevard Haussmann have worked for me. Even the one at the Polly Maggoo did not work the last time I tried it.) They are doing some renovation work on the Église Saint-Sévérin on that street. The 5th and the 6th are neighborhoods that still maintain in part the character of medieval Paris, the way the city was before it was modernized and opened up with broad avenues by Baron Haussmann.
I then wandered toward the Seine from the Polly Maggoo, over the Petit-Pont, where I had a stunning view of the façade of Notre-Dame, gleaming white from its ongoing cleaning, in the evening sunlight. This was particularly welcome since, as usual, the weather has been what forecasters here call un ciel variable, meaning that it rains like hell on and off throughout the day, in alternation with fine weather (quelques éclaircissements, the meteorologists say). From the island, I wandered aimlessly by the Châtelet and through Les Halles. I am not too worried about the plans to build something new there, since I find it highly unlikely that they could construct anything uglier than the shopping center there now.
I have been working the past couple days at the Richelieu site of the Bibliothèque nationale. Going back and forth, I have just been walking along every possible trajectory, which is not only good exercise but a form of tourism. I happened to wander right by the Drouot auction house (mentioned in my post on July 6), and I discovered that as you stand on the Rue Drouot next to that building and look up the street to the north, there is a stunning view of Sacré-Cœur on Montmartre, seemingly perched on top of an apartment building in the distance.
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