Thursday 1 February 2007
Juillet …./…. A Tale of Three Revolutions
By David Pitt, Thursday 1 February 2007 - 22:36 :: Places
It’s on the Place de la Bastille which puts it directly at the focal point of the first revolution. The initial impetus was to honor the victims of the second revolution of July 27, 28, & 29th 1830, and 504 of their names are inscribed on the July Column (Colonne de Juillet). Their bodies, along with a couple of hundred from the 1848 revolution, are interred there. The architects were Alvoine and Viollet-le-Duc and the inspiration came from the Trajan Column in Rome. The hollow bronze column is both 170 ft high and weighs 170 tons. The pillar is topped by a golden statue of the “Genius of Liberty” which is a bit reminiscent of a winged mercury. It was completed in 1840 on the orders of Louis-Philippe. On the inside there are 238 steps leading to the top, though they are no longer accessible to the public. Look for it on the edge of the Marais, at the confluence of the 4th, 11th, & 12th district (arrondissement).
Original appearance Feb 23, 2006, © 2006 / JUILLET / COLONNE DE JUILLET, (COLUMN) / PL DE LA BASTILLE, 75004 / NONE OR NL / KEYS : COLUMN, MEMORIAL DEAD 1848 REVOLUTION, JULY 27-29, BRONZE, TRAJAN / CIP 197, OO 22, RD 23, YP 30/9-23
Bastille Day (July 14th) and New Years Eve are the two big ones but there are other times. When the fireworks go off is when I like to turn off my office light and look out over the rooftops of Paris. Most buildings in Paris are 6, 7 or 8 stories high. My office, where I sit right this instant, is on the top 8th floor. During any day it is fun to watch the city below but on Bastille Day, right at dusk, the sight is phenomenal. From every fire station and many parks in the city a brilliant display of pyrotechnics. And I am right across the street from one of the main firehouses in Paris. To see a starburst from so up close and personal is exciting.
Carry one everywhere. Always. Even to the bathroom. Now you are never lost and when you are, you are happy. The first time I went for a walk in Paris I managed by always turning right until I got back to where I started. The next time I turned left once and I was lost. True story. It took me two hours to get back to where I started. Now I carry a little map book with me always and when I am lost I am happy. When I wish to be found I simply pick a direction, any direction, and walk until I come to a large street – it is usually called an Avenue or a Boulevard. I am found. There are almost no square blocks in all of Paris but the triangles all lead to an avenue. Determine the direction and head home. It’s not far and it’s fun.
Here we have to tread carefully to actually truly reflect my view because in the grand scale of things the French are just like every other people and with the same proportions – mostly good a few great and some not. The difficulty is more a matter of manners than substance. Parisians in particular are cold, aloof, arrogant and rude, and even more so if they think you are American. Part of it is simply the city – the same difference between upstate and downstate New York. Another part is the media – biased beyond belief, but that is another story.