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Friday, July 18, 2014

Jardin d'Acclimatation

Tuesday we took Penelope to the Bois de Boulogne, and specifically, its Jardin d'Acclimatation. The Bois de Boulogne is a long story--it is Paris' 2nd largest public park (Vincennes is larger), and thus one of the world's great urban parks--we thought we might take a lot of it in on a days's visit, but concluded rather quickly it would take more like a week. Next time. The Jardin d'Acclimatation started as a zoo, and even included a human zoo (imagine...), but, in the last century, it has been primarily a children's pleasure park. It is immense, larger than any I have seen that are strictly for children, and includes features and attractions too numerous to mention. We spent the better part of a day and barely scratched the surface.
The Bois de Boulogne is nestled between western Paris and
La Defense, just to the north; Camping Paris Ouest is located
in the the Bois de Boulogne, and we have camped there many,
many times, from 1979 to 2009; but never spent any time
looking at the park itself; another visit...





















A huge, diverse, children's place















Just inside, the misting from the ground gets
P's attention; later it would be a major struggle
getting her out of them and drying her off





















It's not Disneyworld, but then you're never very far from you
know where
















There are many, many, many rides, all for
children, but mostly for children over one
meter in height, or more; and pricey, too





















We explored the place for an hour or so--mostly the rides--
then had another picnic lunch; and then P again burst  into
song...

















A rhinoceros ride settled her down















It was to be another day of a very late nap















Feral, but kid-savvy peacocks roam the place















In the Franco-Prussian War, after the
Emperor was captured and surrendered at the
Battle of Sedan, Paris held out and underwent
a brutal siege; for months pigeons from this
tower were its only means of communication
with the outside world (there was the
occasional, very risky, hot-air balloon, too);
after the city's surrender, Prussian troops
quartered in the Bois de Boulogne



























Soon to open, the Louis Vitton Foundation at the Bois de
Boulogne; at first, I thought it was a parody of Frank Ghery's
magnificent Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao; no, it's no
parody; designed by Gehry himself; will be magnificent, too


















Everything literally under the shadow of La Defense















Among the newer rides















Penelope's favorite, undoubtedly, was the huge misting/
spraying field--a soft compound floor with jets spraying mist
and sprinkling all over, a basketball court and a half; nice
for a warm day

















But she was also pretty captivated by the Guignol puppet
theater next door; the Guignol puppet tradition goes back
to the 18th century; the place was packed

















Enthralled; despite (presumably) not understanding a word
of it; it relies heavily on audience participation, and she could
thus get into the spirit of the thing via the responses of the
other children...or maybe she has just learned a lot of French
already

















Thus; traditional Guignol has a working-class and moralistic
orientation...fairness, etc.
















More characters appear















The villain, who explains his nefarious intentions in detail to
the audience...eliciting boos and other disapprovals















Smack! The villain gets his due
















After morality plays, a good trampoline session is always in
order
















We eschewed the camel rides















Opting instead for a couple of the kiddie rides for which P
was tall enough...here, of course, the train
















And here, wisely, the taxi (an Uber?), as a passenger...
"faster, Rudolfo, faster!"...although she and the driver did
get into a disagreement about who could blow the horn;
all-in-all, it was a pretty great day, although exhausting
for both child and grand-parents


Monday, June 24, 2019

Louis Vuitton Foundation, The Building

We were in Paris in 2014 as the construction of the Louis Vuitton Foundation was in its closing weeks. Having seen Frank Gehry's spectacular Guggenheim Museum/Balboa edifice (twice; just search Gehry), we were sure to see the LVF, another of his works, on our next visit. Our next visit was in 2016 or so, and the exhibition within was unappealing. The next year, the treatment of the building, like a huge picnic table cloth, was similarly unappealing. This year, however, the temporary exhibition was of Impressionist paintings, and the building was itself unadorned, and so, along with Rachel and Rebecca and Penelope, we took Metro #1 to the Bois de Boulogne. P and her mom had already seen the LVF and were anxious to return to the Jardin d'Acclimatation, which adjoins the Foundation. Rachel had already seen the Courtauld Collection, twice, in London, but accompanied us mostly to see the LVF building and its permanent collection. The Impressionist exhibit was fine, even illuminating. The museum structure was, as I sometimes say, a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Approaching view; yes, looks like a Frank Gehry, but it's
fabric, not titanium

























Suitably-attired security guard
















Gehry's first sketch of the building



















Possibly helpful models...























































Large format/NBA elevator

























We took in a bit of the permanent collection; I hope it's not
really permanent


























Gerhard Richter's Grau #334-3 (1973); so featureless my
camera could find nothing to focus on


























Vicki assists for scale; and focus; with that, we passed on
most of the rest of the collection

























Sculpture

From the high terraces one could hope for fine views of Paris from the west;
this is the Bois de Boulogne, a bit of it




















But the building's orientation and the sails prohibit views of anything of interest























































Just one little snippet

























Us, there; note la belle casquette, which I had just acquired from Emmaus