Autotravel “French motives”
Excursion of the first day I called “Left Bank” – we met the southern part of the city, located below the Seine River. This day was planned to start from the observation deck at the Chaillot Palace, the view from which on the Eiffel Tower and the Field of Mars is sunk into the soul even when we first met Paris – in 2007. Then we walked around the city with a guide, Vladimir, who said bluntly that it was not possible to get acquainted with his sights in a few days, so he sees his task in teaching us how to navigate in Paris, so that later we can visit the places that we will interest. Thank him for that! Interesting information and “benchmarks” that he set for us, remained in the memory for a long time and did not disappear by 2009.
Arriving at the desired place, we went to the parking, which was found in advance, back in St. Petersburg, on the site of parking in Paris. Unfortunately, we were disappointed – everything was taken, and the search for a place to leave our barn (as a joke was called at one of the sites) was unsuccessful. From one of the open parking lots, we had to simply run off. Without difficulty, we drove into its territory, the barrier was closed behind us, we spilled out of the car, and there was no automatic machine for payment – we found only a sign, from which we realized that it was some kind of specialized parking. They twisted their heads, there was no one to ask, the barriers were closed on both sides, they shrugged their shoulders, there was nothing to do – they returned to the car and, taking advantage of its possibilities, faded out, jumping over the high side of the sidewalk. Slightly saddened, we went further along the route. The car was left in a covered parking lot in the area of Henri IV Boulevard. There, for the first time, we were faced with the fact that the car had to be removed from the alarm system and the keys given to the parking attendant so that he could move it from place to place during the day, allowing other cars to leave the parking lot. This is due to the fact that the machines are blocked, because they are placed in several rows right next to each other.
On the embankment of Henri IV reached the bridge Syuli, which crossed the island of Saint-Louis and headed towards the square of Rene Viviani.
Rene Viviani Square attracts tourists not only because of this tree and Saint-Julien fountain – it offers a wonderful view of Notre Dame.
Adjacent to the square is the church of Saint-Julien-le-Pauv of the 12th century – this is the oldest church in Paris, and not far from it there is a half-timbered house – one of the few surviving.
We examined the church of Saint-Severen of the XIII century with interest. I will not overload the story with its history, I will cite only a few lines from the Internet source: “In order to have a good idea of the“ flaming Gothic ”, there is no better object than the Church of Saint-North. Just look at its semi-outlet, in which you find instead of the usual petals – tongues of flame. It becomes immediately clear why the style was so named. ”
Having left outside, we continued walk on the Latin quarter. I remember how in 2007, I made a discovery for myself, having learned that its name is connected not with something Latin American, but with the Sorbonne, in which instruction was conducted in Latin. We wandered through the streets past a huge number of restaurants and souvenir shops – “in their place in the Middle Ages there were rooms where so-called” public scribes “sat, writing not only business papers, but also love letters following the patterns collected in the letter-writers.”
These quarters are also called medieval – it is here that you can see the “crooked” buildings of the 15th – 16th centuries, in which the lower floors are tilted towards the street and the upper ones are inundated from the street deep into. Here, each street has its own story-legend, and I read about two of the narrowest streets of Kota Fisher (de Chat Qui Peche).
Along the street Yushet reached the Place Saint-Michel. Pofotkal against the background of the fountain of St. Michael, remembering how on our previous trip, some craftsman poured a shampoo into it, which made the bowl of the fountain look like a jacuzzi.
A little delayed near the famous Sorbonne, proceeded further – in the Luxembourg Garden. The desire to come here has matured in the last trip. I remember how Vladimir said: “You will come to Paris again, by all means take a walk here – a very good garden” (for some reason he called all gardens and parks gardens), I had a familiar song from Joe Dassin, whose admiring fan I was with youth, and flashed in my head: “Next time, be sure to walk in the Luxembourg Garden.”
As soon as we entered the park, a miracle happened – a moment before we were walking along the most lively and noisy streets, and suddenly, peace and silence, which only children’s laughter breaks. A real oasis of serenity in the midst of Paris’s boisterous life!