{"id":223,"date":"2007-10-18T05:56:18","date_gmt":"2007-10-18T13:56:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/10\/out-and-about-around-the-pompidou\/"},"modified":"2007-10-20T08:54:09","modified_gmt":"2007-10-20T16:54:09","slug":"out-and-about-around-the-pompidou","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/10\/out-and-about-around-the-pompidou\/","title":{"rendered":"Out and about around the Pompidou"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I walk southeast from my apartment along Rue Rambuteau<\/em>, I quickly approach the huge exoskeleton of the Georges Pompidou modern art museum, first opened in 1977. The long escalator snakes up the museum’s west side (see the three views below). But the Pompidou itself isn’t my destination this morning. It’s the area around<\/em> the Pompidou.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/a>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/a>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

This week it’s been colder in the mornings, so I’ve been going\u00c2\u00a0inside the cafes instead of sitting out on the sidewalk. The waiter turns on the hanging propane heaters, but even with the awnings reflecting the warmth,\u00c2\u00a0I prefer a\u00c2\u00a0table inside.<\/p>\n

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I pay my 5 euro 10 for the cafe creme<\/em> and buttered bread and walk further along Rambuteau<\/em>, looking at the news agent’s display. Then I pass the Pharmacie Beaubourg<\/em>, Leroy Merlin<\/em> with plants and furniture (a small French version of Home Depot), Chocolat Rouge<\/em> with crepes and paninis, the MK2 movie theater, Vit’halles Fitness Club<\/em>, a sculpture high on a pedastal by Max Ernst, Flunch<\/em> buffet restaurant, the Tout Chaud<\/em> (everything hot) food stand featuring “maxi croques<\/em>” (large grilled cheese sandwiches),\u00c2\u00a0the Movie Store where they’re playing\u00c2\u00a0Donovan’s “Mellow Yellow,” Marissal Bucher<\/em> which sells German books, Beaubourg Optic, GAME store, Travelex Change, Flunch<\/em> again, and\u00c2\u00a0 a Rambuteau metro stop portal. As I turn right, I\u00c2\u00a0see the coloring of the Pompidou’s\u00c2\u00a0inside-out systems: blue for air conditioning, green for liquids, red for\u00c2\u00a0communications, and yellow for electricity.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/a><\/p>\n

Crossing Rue Renard<\/em>, I pass La Station Beaubourg<\/em> brasserie and saladerie, a dentist’s office, Mystic Tattoo<\/em> (and piercing), another pharmacy, the “Ed” food store where I go in to buy bananas and cheese, and two anonymous residential buildings. It takes three steps to cross tiny Rue Simon le Franc<\/em>, and then I\u00c2\u00a0pass Revendeur Agree<\/em> (an Apple computer store); Marais Luxe<\/em> clothing; Gildo which sells dragees<\/em> (sugared almonds)\u00c2\u00a0and chocolats; <\/em>Delices de<\/em> Beaubourg<\/em> which is a\u00c2\u00a0combination boulangerie, patisserie, and viennoiserie (seller of Vienna-style pastries); and then L’Excelsior<\/em> brasserie.<\/p>\n

I swing across Renard<\/em> again\u00c2\u00a0past a poster shouting Prix inbattable! <\/em>(unbeatable price!) on\u00c2\u00a0a CD bin and around Beaubourg Souvenirs to my favorite space near the Pompidou: the Place Igor Stravinsky.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/a>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/a><\/p>\n

Each of the figures in the Homage to Stravinsky<\/em> fountain\u00c2\u00a0represents a composition by the Russian composer. Facing the fountain on the south are more restaurants, the Restaurant Beaubourg<\/em>, Le Jardin de The<\/em> (the tea garden), Le Brise Miche<\/em> (Breaking Bread), Dame Tartine<\/em> (Lady Open-faced Bread), and Creperie Beaubourg.<\/em><\/p>\n

West of the fountain about 100 school kids are sitting on steps\u00c2\u00a0of the St. Merri cloisters eating chips and fruit. A knot of little boys plays soccer with an empty water bottle, kicking it dangerously close to some sitting adults. Another group of boys chases some pigeons. Mothers stand together, ignoring the misbehaviors. Along Rue St. Merri<\/em> is the Cafe Beaubourg<\/em> ice cream and crepes shop, then the Poste de Police<\/em> with\u00c2\u00a0an old mosaic sign above reading Bains-Douches Municipaux<\/em> (Municipal Baths and Showers).<\/p>\n

As I come back around to the\u00c2\u00a0west side of the Pompidou, I hear the activities of the buskers on the huge patio where people stand in line to buy museum tickets. Suddenly\u00c2\u00a0a very loud young man starts marching back and forth in front of\u00c2\u00a0his small white gym bag, projecting his\u00c2\u00a0voice, taking advantage of the acoustics,\u00c2\u00a0and throwing his long hair around.<\/p>\n

The old\u00c2\u00a0gypsy sawing away at her violin stops playing.\u00c2\u00a0Some teenage girls stop laughing. We all watch\u00c2\u00a0the pacing\u00c2\u00a0man\u00c2\u00a0warily, silently. He is either a brilliant thespian, a poet, or a madman. He does not put out a cup for money, and no one approachses him. Although we are used to the street theater at this cobbled square, the shouting man is in overwhelming auditory\u00c2\u00a0control and contrasts in a very adult way to the whimsy and childish play over at Place Igor Stravinsky<\/em>.<\/p>\n

To the west of the piazza are Le Parvis<\/em> cafe, Images de Beaubourg<\/em> and\u00c2\u00a0DF Kado for souvenirs, Voyages Wasteels<\/em> travel agency, Amorino<\/em> gelatos, Centre Culturel de Servie<\/em>, Souvenier Contemporaine<\/em>, Centre Wallonie-Bruxelles<\/em> exhibition space, the\u00c2\u00a0alley Rue de Venise<\/em>, Le Mont Lozere<\/em> tea shop, L’univers de Leo<\/em> for wild\u00c2\u00a0home furnishings, Un Instant de Reve (An Instant of a Daydream)\u00c2\u00a0<\/em>for hats and sunglasses, Images de Demain<\/em> (Images of Tomorrow)\u00c2\u00a0with gifts and souvenirs, and Le Cavalier Bleu<\/em> (the Blue Knight) tea shop.<\/p>\n

Then I’m back to the news agent on Rambuteau<\/em> and the row of gray Velib’ rental bikes. This area around the Pompidou almost qualitifies as a quartier <\/em>(neighborhood) in itself. With\u00c2\u00a0the bananas and cheese from Ed in my backpack, it’s time to wander back to my own quartier<\/em> to pick up a baguette for lunch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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