But it’s never really Armistice, is it? One war ends for a moment while another war goes on someplace else, and eventually the old war picks up again. So we call it Veteran’s Day instead. from the Bayeux War Cemetery, Bayeux, France, 2005 In the two World Wars, they came from everywhere, high- and low-born, as it were. from Coleville-sur-Mer cemetery, Basse Normandie, France, 2005 There wasn’t enough left of some to be buried at all, and so the place where they died stands as their only monument. For some, we will never know their names. from Point du Hoc, Basse Normandie, France, 2005. (Those are craters from the bombs.) Omaha Beach, Basse Normandie, France, 2005 Rue de la Huchette, Paris, France, 2005 Some fell on the wrong side of history and are forgotten by their countrymen. Melaten Cemetery, Cologne, Germany, 2005 It’s hard to make sense of it all. I think of Pvt. Ranson often, especially on days like today, and I worry what became of his parents after he was gone.
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I don’t remember this sort of thing happening at Versailles when I was in France, but then again I was only in Versailles for about six hours…
This past Friday night, the Chateau de Versailles threw a huge Venetian Festival complete with wigs, costumes, and craziness. There’s a video of it here.
Even if you don’t care to watch the video and fantasize that you’re living in the 17th or 18th centuries, it’s worth visiting the site linked above just to take a look at Culturebox.france3.fr. I love the site design – perfect for my undiagnosed ADD brothers and sisters.
I was particularly touched by this video of the immensely long-running performances at Paris’s Theatre de la Huchette.
(For the non-Francophones, it’s a piece on a theater that has been performing the same play by Ionesco for five decades in exactly that spot, as far as I understand it, and having been there, I believe it.)
It’s an odd little place (emphasis on ‘little’) nestled into a corner of a tiny street in what I still believe must surely be the most heavily traveled tourist spot in all of Paris in a little pinch of the Latin Quarter not far from Notre Dame. Even from the street, this nook just feels like an odd place. As a passerby, I knew nothing, but I could just feel there was history there. For better or for worse, some things in life do last (at least for a long while).
Here is a video of a small robot given to Marie Antoinette.
It’s about an exhibition at the Château de Versailles, but the video itself takes place at my absolute favorite museum in the entire world, the Musée des Arts et Métiers in Paris. À ne pas manquer!!!
(Here is a link to an English description of the exhibit at Versailles, which, of course, ends next weekend. Oh, for a spare thousand dollars to drop on a plane ticket for this. I suppose I will have to content myself with having finally gotten to see Thomas Jefferson’s total MacGyver setup at Monticello this past winter.)