Inside of Shakespeare & Co, looking at Notre Dame |
During my recent visit to Paris
I met with a friend in front of Shakespeare & Company, the most amazing
bookshop anywhere (except for Powells in Portland ,
Oregon , obviously!). It is the sort of bookshop we used to have in
Oxford but have since lost. Rents are just too high, and people seem to
prefer to buy books on-line. Personally
I love the romance of second hand books, the way they handle, the slightly
musty smell, the notes scribbled on the margins by previous owners – I used to
spend entire days in second-hand bookshops! Looking at new books just isn’t the
same, so since the grand old bookshop near the train station closed all the
book-shopping I ever do is a quick nip in and out of the Oxfam shop.
Same view higher up |
Apparently in Paris
bookshops are subsidised, they are such a tourist attraction! One would have thought that Oxford
would do the same thing, but no such luck.
So I have to top up my book supplies whenever I am in Paris . Oh, did I mention that most of the books are
in English? The bookshop is famous for
letting aspiring writers sleep in the shop in exchange for helping to run
it. Scattered throughout the shop are
thinly disguised beds, typewriters (yes, real ones, not PCs) and even a piano. While I showed my friend around a tourist
from Japan
played on the piano, and very good she was, too.
Close up view of Notre Dame, from same vantage point |
After checking out the bookshop we
drifted down the river until we happened upon a rather amazing museum. It is amazing in the sense that it has a roof
terrace where you can have a drink and take in the view of Paris
from the 14rth floor. Unfortunately the
weather was overcast, so my photos aren’t up to much. Still, you get the idea.
Then we visited several of the
Love-Lock encrusted bridges of Paris . You know the sort of thing; the lovers plight
their troth by buying a lock with three keys.
They write their names on to the lock, secure it on to a railing of some
sort, and then each keeps one key while the third is thrown into the Seine . There are several bridges which are literally
groaning under the weight of these love tokens.
The craze started about fifteen years ago, the modern equivalent of
engraving your names inside a heart onto a tree. I dare say the trees prefer this modern way
of swearing eternal love!
The weather was rainy but quite
warm. I hope it will be colder during my
next visit, seeing as I plan to frequent the Christmas market in the Champs
Elysees !