So here we are at the last of my Paris posts. There have been more than I expected to write from a 4 day trip but the juice of the moments – the ones when you breathe a sigh and say to yourself ‘I can’t believe I am here: life is good’ – were far too good (I thought) to squeeze into less.
So how do I sum up such a fantastic trip? A break from the ordinary? Or immersion therapy of sorts?
The word pastiche emerged in French language in the late 19th century as a derivation from the Italian ‘pasticchio’. The Oxford Dictionary defines a pastiche as an artistic work in a style that imitates that of another artist, work or period. Paris is certainly that. But rather than being the imitator, the modern city holds quite a candle to its revolutionary past, the blood of hundreds of generations and thousands of iterations of itself embedded in its cobbled lanes and wide boulevards. So this post is my candle to the City of Lights.
My Paris Pastiche.
This was my first trip to the Panthéon. I’m not sure exactly what I expected but it was different from visit to Rome’s Pantheon last year. Lots of beautifully painted walls as one would expect… with an army around the altar.
Many notables are buried in the Panthéon’s crypt – Louis Braille, Emile Zola, Victor Hugo – but I found this statue of Voltaire, placed directly in front of his tomb, evocative and peaceful at the same time.
There was an abundance of street performers wherever I went in Paris but particularly in Montmarte. I came across this trio playing with passion, energy and great fun outside the Abbesses Metro on Friday night.
So that’s it. My reacquaintance with Paris duly celebrated. The memories have been made fresh again by sharing these experiences with you so thank you for induging my many Paris posts. I hope you’ve enjoyed them and if you’re interested in dipping into Paris a few times more, here’s the complete list for you:
Merci et au revoir les amis!