#bastille day
Fly TWA Jets / Paris. 1962. David Klein.
24 7/8 x 40 ¼ in./63.2 x 102.4 cm
One of David Klein’s most celebrated posters. In this exultation of the City of Light, Klein’s stylized fireworks mimic the illustrated showgirls of the Folies-Bèrgere in posters of the period.
Available at auction February 25, 2018.
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yesterday, rather than doing the very very french thing and eating all of the cheese and bread and ham, and drinking all of the wine… I was having some serious hankerings for a trip to the Asian quarter, in the 13th.
I’d been to the place d'Italie/Tolbiac area of the neighborhood already, but I needed to do some serious grocery shopping, so I headed to Porte d'Ivry and went to the Tang Frere’s that’s right there between Olympiades/Maison Blanche/Porte d'Ivry.
Whenever I leave the very center of town, and go towards the Peripherique, I’m always startled by how much SPACE there is. It’s so wide-open, and the buildings are so tall, and young, and the sidewalks are broad.
It was a spectacularly beautiful day.
I went to Tang Freres and bought egg roll wrappers, Hoo Roo Rook soup, Grass Jelly drink
3 liters of Yeo’s soymilk because I have no concept of moderation
Banh Lot, Che Dau, and mung bean cakes, and White Rabbit candy.
I recognize this is closer than you ever wanted to see my face.
It was a Saturday, and there were a lot of temporary street merchants set up outside of the store. They were selling typical Chinatown fare– Jade bracelets, DVDs of the movies that are not quite out in theatres (Rebelle, aka Brave, comes out Aug 1… I was very tempted), and food! I did maybe not a smart thing and bought a pair of fresh spring rolls from a lady whose Vietnamese accent was so thick I couldn’t understand her saying “trois euros” to me.
They were good, for not making them yourself (which let’s be honest, with rice paper, it’s the only way to eat them because they get stale in 2 seconds)… but the sauce was, in typical French fashion, too sweet and not piquant enough.
But it filled me up, and I had my grass jelly and way too many White Rabbit candies and all was well on Bastille Day.
I wanted to take the tram back to line 4, because, you know, trams, and I was annoyed by the circuitous route I had to take to get there using lines 10 and 7. And also I like trams!
but I didn’t.
So then I went home and watched Battlestar Galactica and listened to the fireworks at Trocadero while watching the livestream on paris.fr. I reblogged the video but here it is again. There’s a pretty cool Disco Ball hanging on the Eiffel Tower. This is all very unlike American 4th of July celebrations, where we sing things like, I’M PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN WHERE AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE. Here we have, “Do the Hustle,” “It’s Raining Men,” and various other English-language retro standbys.
L'intégralité du feu d'artifice du 14 juillet…parmairiedeparis
All in all, it was a good, productive day! Happy Bastille Day!
Bastille Day fireworks in Paris as seen from the Tour Montparnasse.
The Trocadéro is all lit up, with the Eiffel Tower as silhouette.
Photo:Yann Caradec - Flickr
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Bastille Day on Flickr.
July 14th - Bastille Day in France.
Paris, Nation Station.
© Bree Sage
http://seebreebefree.wordpress.com/
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Joyeuse fête du 14 juillet
@ Jean-Baptiste Gurliat, Déborah Lesage, Clémentine Roche / Mairie de Paris
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Paris in colors
Revisiting some old photographs from the streets of Paris, during the Bastille Day celebrations.
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