Thursday, June 13, 2024

Opera Garnier

As many times as we have visited Paris, we have never toured the Palais Garnier. I've read about it, walked past it, gazed upon it, studied its exterior. I tried to do the tour last year but gave up when I learned the great hall would not be open for tours that day, due to rehearsals. What's a tour of an opera house if you can't see the house? This year we elected to try again, and Rebecca, visiting briefly, was set the task of finding a date when there were no performances nor rehearsals. So, on May 28th, after visits to the Marche Aligre, the BHV, the gluten-free boulangerie/patisserie Copains, we arrived for the scheduled tour, only to be told we might not be able to enter the great hall, as consultations about lighting for a production were underway. It all turned out fine...just part of the usual French suspense and dramatic flourish, I suspect. The tour was in English (sort of), a fairly large group, and covered most of the place except for the stage itself, orchestra pit, main floor seating, etc. The Opera Garnier was a child of Napoleon III (as is much of Paris as we know it), and it opened in the mid-1870s, not long after he had been sent packing by the Prussians. He never saw the place. But it remains fixed in most imaginations as the Paris Opera. (More anon). The style is neo-eclectic-revival. The house is Italian in style, a main floor and balcony, and then four or five tiers of private boxes that ring the entire hall. It is hard to imagine anything more opulent, inside and out. The architect was Charles Garnier, for whom it is aptly named. It's in the 9th, aptly right by the main Printemps and the Galeries Lafayette. We've seen the opera's roof many times from the roof of the Galeries Lafayette Cupola building. And now we were there. Thank you, Rebecca.

Full frontal, gleaming














Closer upper (other peoples' pix); the sculpture all around the
building, featuring the great composers (most of whom are
nowadays somewhat obscure) is stunning




Monument to Garnier

Staircases and such everywhere; the point of grand opera, it has
been said, was to be seen; the whole point of "grand" opera, Wagner
wrote, was "merely an excuse for social gathering"

Musical art-themed sculpture all around

Monuments everywhere to now nearly forgotten
composers

The grand staircase

The ceiling above it

The staircase is a magnet for influencers; it always
amazes me how deferential (some) people are,
waiting patiently for all the right poses to be struck... 





Not sure stilettoes really go with the toga

Famous  French composer 

Now in the great hall itself

Chagall's plafond ; on the ceiling; analogous to Pei's Pyramide at the Louvre

Apart from the floors, hardly a square centimeter of the Garnier
is not adorned in some fashion or other...sort of like a Vasari painting 

The stage and backdrop for the ballet going into production...Giselle...
more in a later post

Now entering the library/museum sections of the
great building; Wagner does not adorn any of the exterior
or interior spaces dedicated to the great composers, but
there is a large bust of him here, no doubt relatively recent;
it's a long story, but it will suffice to say that, when the
Garnier was built and opened, he was still publicly gloating
over France's humiliation in the Franco-Prussian War; he
had little reason to love France; nor vice versa

The Garnier is now devoted mostly to ballet, the big
opera productions occurring, since 1989, at the Opera Bastille, 
across town; in the 17th and 18th centuries the Opera moved
around, but in the 19th, it settled at the Theatre Le Peletier (now
gone), where its most famous and infamous productions
occurred; the term "Grand Opera" derives from this time and
place

The music library is immense; this is one hall of it;
there are two; 350 years of productions, give or take

In the museum section, there is a copy of the original
great hall ceiling, later replaced by the Chagall; far more
fitting, in every way, if you ask me


And now we are in the grand reception hall, the public entry,
and to which the gents would retreat between acts; Versailles
would blush

Wider view

Parthian shot...unforgettable place



Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Initial Paris Wanderings, 2024

We arrived May 23rd and by the evening had unpacked, moved in, bought groceries, etc. No need to explore the apartment nor neighborhood, since we stayed here for 7 weeks last year. Daughter Rebecca and grand-daughter Penelope were not due for a couple more days, so we mostly relaxed, took several walks, and battled the jet lag. Below are some scenes from those walks.

A favorite activity is just taking in all the great variety of architecture;
every block has numerous examples, sometime of historic note

Sometimes it's just the portal

Film production underway near Rue Vavin

More beauties


At the Edgar Quinet market, Montparnasse, interesting
display

Hobbit asparagus

Morelles; and not from Montana

More architecture, this one, we surmised, sort of a transition from
nouveau to deco



Along Boulevard Raspail, a block's brocante stands...always 
interesting

Our (now) vast experience with eBay and such has
led to a protocol: shoot-it, Lens-it, consult eBay for
current listings, pricing...this one not so attractive 

On one of several strolls in Luxembourg Garden, the palais in
the background

So Paris...

All abloom

On another walk, now in the Cite, the barrier between the cathedral
and its forecourt is now a photographic tribute to the many workers,
artisans, others contributing to the repair of the church

A large and very tasteful tribute...carpenters, stonemasons, art historians,
architects, electricians, engineers, custodial, security, management...hundreds

Opening by Christmas, they now say

Official Olympics poster, in the souvenir department of our favorite
department store, BHV (Bazar d' l'Hotel de Ville), in the Marais; 
like most of Paris, seemingly, we're mostly ignoring it all, insofar
as possible; I suppose I'll buy a fridge magnet eventually

A block away from the BHV, our 2022 apartment was on
this street in the Marais

Bowellism's greatest example, the Centre Pompidou;
its scheduled closing for a five-year renovation now
postponed until after the Olympics; I'm still wondering
why something not fifty years old needs renovation...












Back in our neighborhood, Henri Sauvage's 1914 stepped/terraced
apartment building, at 26 Rue Vavin...a first step toward modernism...
the facade in blue-trimmed gleaming white tile; Simone de Beauvoir
lived here in late 1930s, I've read, though I found no historical
marker

Rue de Fleurus intersects with rue Jean Bart, where we live, and,
not a block away is 27 rue de Fleurus, which I've walked past
dozens of times without looking up...but now I genuflect when
passing by...

The site of Gertrude Stein's Saturday evening salons; her guests, friends
and clients being pretty much a who's who of Euro-American art and
literature in the first half of the 20th century

See Kathy Bates' convincing portrayal of her in Midnight
in Paris

 

New Bern And The Beach

After the Palace, we ventured on to the museum, and lunch, and then into downtown New Bern. And beyond that, Atlantic Beach.


Time line

Helpful map

Helpful model

Museum portrait gallery






Founded originally by the Swiss, from Bern





































































Reminded us not a little of Savannah




















Pretty main drag

Bears everywhere

Wonderfully restored saloon

Even a speck of art deco
But the main attraction was...

The birthplace of Pepsi Cola
Original recipe

Scads of artifacts



Thus sated, we drove on to Atlantic Beach, NC, where a gale was
blowing and all kinds of "don't go in the water" signs abounded

We were there long enough to get thoroughly salt-sprayed and for
P to frolic lightly in the water

And then drove back, a couple hours at least, through thunderstorms,
to Cary; fortunately Rebecca doesn't mind all the driving...thanks
Rebecca for a wonderful day