I’m convinced that it’s time to go back to Paris, writing these blogs is a delight, but leaves me with a sense of longing to be there and revisit favorite places and discover new ones.
The Left Bank. The Latin Quarter. The collegiate pulse of Paris, and what a pulse it is.
The Latin Quarter so named because during the Middle Ages students attending the Sorbonne spoke Latin.
As in the rest of this remarkable city, the Latin Quarter has a vast architectural history and a history of political unrest, one worth mentioning was the 1968 student revolt, where even toilets were torn from the bathroom walls and destroyed.
This verve center never sleeps, the cafes are always brimming with students, and even now you get the sense of the bohemian life style.
To be sure you’ll hear discussions on the latest soccer scores, but you will also see games of chess being played, you’ll hear philosophical discussion, you’ll see students reading Voltaire, Zola, Rousseau and probably James Patterson while sipping their brew of choice.
The Sorbonne stands at the center, its creation dates back to 1253-see what I mean about history.
You’re in the intellectual center of Paris, but you’re also right smack in the urban center, vital and pulsing with life.
The Cluny Museum built on Roman Bath ruins, also known as the Middle Age Museum is filled with artifacts dating to the middle ages, among them exquisite illuminated manuscripts. You have the Pantheon that dates back to 1750, the Natural History Museum and also the Arab World Institute, a relative newcomer built in the 1980’s.
The Latin Quarter anchored (as it were) by Notre Dame, and the Seine at one end and the Luxembourg gardens at the other and so much in between.
Go off the beaten path, stray from Boulevard St. Michel and you may find yourself walking on uneven cobblestones, a maze of tiny streets that lead into others, one among many, is Rue de la Huchette, filled with beguiling multi national restaurants, just begging to sample their cuisine.
Till next time,
Margot Justes
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4 comments:
Sounds like a different world and a great place to visit. Still, there's always the saying There's no place like home. After vacation, I'm always glad to get back to my own place in the sun (or rain or snow)
Morgan Mandel
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Hey Margot! I swear this post reminds me of Quebec so much! I just have to go back there one day. I would love to live there!
what no photos? I'd love to visit her one day. sounds great!
Morgan,
I know, you're right-no place like home-but I really could live out of a suitcase for a loooong timebefore home tugged at the heart strings.
Kim,
I was in Quebec City and loved it. One art gallery after another-pure heaven. I want to go back too.
Chris,
I have photos-have no idea how to post them-sad but true.
Margot Justes
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