Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The REAL Carnavalet

Oh, goodness. How do you say "I am mortified" in French?

Of course, the photos from the last post were not, as advertised, the Carnavalet. They were the Hôtel Sully, also in the Marais. What puzzles me is how I didn't glom on to that fact while I was putting up the photos -- because when I couldn't find this, it should have been a dead giveaway that I was barking up the wrong hôtel.

This is the wonderful staircase that Virgina featured on her blog and made me remember how much I enjoyed the Carnavalet in the first place and sent me down this garden path. For some reason, these photos weren't loaded onto my hard drive, I had to go digging for the actual CD and I guess I was just too lazy to do that on January 20. I beg a thousand pardons and hereby try to make up for it with actual photos of the actual Musée Carnavalet.

Random window, the sort of shot that I love to inflict on folks.

If you are big on decorative and interior arts, you will feel like you've died & gone to heaven while you're here. I must confess, these periods in history are not the ones I find most aesthetically appealing, but the little girl in me who loved playing with a dollhouse still loves to stand in the midst of these perfectly-reconstructed rooms and marvel at all the details. (I apologize for the quality of this photo -- they do not want you to use a flash inside the museum, and so my little point and shoot struggles mightily in these conditions. I've dinked around a bit with Photoshop on some of these and it helps, but this is as much as I could do here. You CAN make my photos larger by clicking on them, if for some reason you'd like to.)

This woodwork utterly delighted me. What a cheerful, merry place this room must have been.

My favorite thing about the Carnavalet was a small art gallery that was tucked away somewhere in the back -- I've no idea how I even stumbled onto it, but I am so happy I did. It truly was just about the most delightful small collection I've seen assembled into one place in Paris. I was a bad tourist that day and if there were any guides or notes about the theme of this gallery I didn't write them down. The Carnavalet is dedicated to the history of Paris, and these pictures all definitely fit that theme. Historically, they seemed to fall in the fin de siècle/Belle Époque era. (If anyone has more information/corrections to offer here, I'm glad to hear them. Frankly, I'm feeling a wee bit too lazy to do much research this morning. (I'll leave that to Peter -- he's much better at it than I am!)

Anyhoodle -- a few of my favorite paintings from this gallery:

Gustave Dennery -- La rue Auber sous la pluie (1889)

From the sound of things, Parisians can really relate to this one about now.

Right in my wheelhouse:

Eugène-Louis Gillot -- La vitrine d'une marchande de mode (1910)

Ahhh. This is what Paris is all about, non?

And one of my favorite faces I've ever seen in a painting:

Portrait of the actress Jeanne Samary, by Louise Abbéma

I just LOVE her.

What an amazing, wonderful face. That's the face of a woman I could be best girlfriends with. According to the legend under the photo, if I read it correctly (it's en francais), she was a comedienne who specialized in servant and soubrette roles, and was murdered at a very young age. I have always meant to find out more about her -- she is absolutely compelling to me. I've seen some other portraits, including one by Renoir, but I like this one best. The artist was a woman -- perhaps she had the same response to Mlle Samary that I did.

So that's it. I hope I've made up for my tremendous gaffe last week! I promise to be more careful from here on in!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

January 20

Dear Virginia has posted some pictures of the Musée Carnavalet on her blog of late. The museum occupies two 15th-Century mansions in the Marais, one of which was at one point the home of the wonderful Madame de Sévigné, justly famous for her vast and entertaining correspondence, much of which survives and gives us one of the clearest records of aristocratic France at that time. (I have a book containing a collection of them, but I keep not reading it. Shame on me.)

Virginia posted this photo the other day, which I recognized instantly. It made me smile, remembering what a beautiful building it was, and how much I'd loved that staircase. I stood on it for quite a while, as I recall. I'm not sure why I didn't take a picture. So glad Virginia did.

So here are a few more of the Carnavalet, to expand the theme. (Please forgive my tendency toward arty detail shots. I get very transfixed by patterns in architecture.)

The museum is wonderful, a little-known gem, and should not be missed. Plus, getting there is a great excuse to have a little wander around the Marais, which is never a bad thing.

OY! I am soooooo embarrassed, but I believe Virginia is correct -- this is the hotel Sully, NOT the Carnavalet. Oh, dear -- it's been so long since I've been to Paris that my memories are getting fuzzy. Now I have to go seek out some actual photos of the actual Carnavalet.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Bonne Année!

The best way I can think to start off a new year is with pictures of Paris -- since I can't actually be there to enjoy it in person.

These are from November 2007, which was my last trip. I cannot believe it has now been more than two years since I was in Paris -- the very thought of that makes me heart hurt a little. Considering my first trip was August of 2005 and between then and the November of 2007 I managed to squeeze in four, to have now gone for more than two years is heart-rending. But circumstances, as they say, intervene. Things are looking good now for May, and thinking about it lifts my spirits considerably.

It was cooooooooold this trip. It may have been colder than when I was here in February of that year. Love that long winter light -- even in the dead of winter in Austin (such as it is), the light never gets that steep. We're just too far south.

I don't ride ferris wheels, but I sure like looking at them.

(One of these days I'll figure out how to make the photos post larger. Until then, click on them for a better view.)

Especially in the cold winter dusk.

It will be warm when I'm in Paris next, and I'm glad of that because I'm not naturally a cold weather person (which is a grand understatement). But there is a wonderful chilly melancholy about Paris in the winter that I really do love.