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Paris Theatre

Arthur Miller said:

The structure of a play is always

of how the birds come home to roost.’

For those of us who like to wander or just sit and observe when there, Paris Theatre surrounds us. It is our play, our theatre.

We can imagine the endings, the relationships, the possibilities – and sometimes we just observe the stage itself and watch how its actors draw from the environment – as with the two great stages of Paris shopping: Au Printemps and Galéries Lafayette – both, I think appropriately on Boulevard Haussmann.

The Galéries Lafayette are cameos of fashion, stages layered as if they are opera boxes beneath a glass and steel dome.

It is Paris Theatre drawn with all the elegance you would expect of Paris.

You reach each floor either by Art Deco stairways or the more traditional elevators and escalators.

Galéries Lafayette galleries and glass dome - Paris

The elaborate glass dome illuminates the whole stage of this unique Paris shopping experience.

Gallérie Lafayette glass dome

Another hallmark of Paris theatre is that iIn Galléries Lafayette, they understand that a gentleman accompanying his lady on a shopping spree needs sustenance. 

There is a small bar for just such a purpose, placed close to the escalators so the lady with her parcels may glide down to collect him.

Bar Café in Gallérie Lafayette

At Au Printemps – with their marvellous tagline

Modernity as a Tradition

there is also a marvellous view from their lofty Restaurant Le Déli-cieux – or you could dine right under the dome in the brasserie.

The stores are magnificent outside and in.

This is a stage for Paris theatre that draws you in to become part of the play.

Au Printemps Paris

The entrance of Au Printemps is as tempting as what is inside.

Entrance to Au Printemps Paris

Although I find the extent of choice in such emporiums rather overwhelming, I can always treat myself to Paris theatre in the round by roaming about for a short while absorbing the drama of it all - but usually leave without purchasing anything.

I rather thought on my last visit that these shoes characterised how ridiculous fashion can be, and how the necessity to shop for 'Brands' can be some sort of collective tribal lunacy.

Shoes at Au Printemps Paris

Rather than shop in the big stores, I like to 'window shop' there, and then follow my ‘Paris Par Cher’ ('Inexpensive Paris') to seek out a treasured place meant for the locals and a little ‘off the beaten track’.

The version here is in French, but is online so forever handy.

‘Paris Pas Cher’ is the best guide for those dressing the stage by haunting Paris theatre. It will tell you where to buy Louis XIII or 1930s furniture; which ‘Ready to Wear’ shop handles which sort of style; and suggest restaurants (by arrondissement) with notes on their specialties and samplings of menu together with indicative prices.

In Paris there are lots of places to sit and read: or sit and feed the birds, or watch the passing parade, or think – or just, simply, to sit!

Feeding bird in Paris park

I once read a quotation of Anatole France that struck a chord with me - a wanderer:

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony

which once existed between man and the universe.

I think wandering in a foreign place does bring you in harmony with it, for you have opened your mind and your senses to meet the new – and have no expectation of what will follow.

Wandering in Paris draws one eventually to the Seine and it was in one of its more remote marinas that a piece of Paris theatre unravelled. It is one of the stories that make travel so memorable.

Here we saw ‘the chickens come home to roost’ in a small impromptu performance.

Seine marina - Paris

We were leaning over the railings watching a fully grown Rottweiler dog who was standing watch on a Seine barge that was obviously a houseboat. He was sitting on watch when we first saw him, chained on a long runner chain that, once he decided to get up, enabled him to have the ability to roam freely over the deck but not to stray ashore.

Then, he saw a man walking too close to his boat. He barked a warning.

When the man continued to walk along the quay parallel to the barge, the over-enthusiastic dog, leaning on the barge railing, slipped and fell overboard.

We gasped, expecting him to be hung. However, the chain had a release catch for just such a contingency and he fell in a massive belly dive into the Seine.

The problem that followed was that there was no foothold for him to climb ashore up the high concrete canal wall.

The man against whom he had been protecting his territory now became the dog’s saviour. He reached down to catch the now increasingly desperate animal whose paddling was slowing after two laps of the barge.

By seizing the collar and by an enormous physical effort, he heaved the sopping wet dog up to safety - and was promptly rewarded by a shower of Seine water. The animal shook himself, shivering both in shock and in response to the biting wind on his now soaked fur.

The play continued to unfold.

The man brought the dog back on deck and hailed the owner, who eventually emerged. He immediately grasped the situation, taking the dog by the collar and gratefully shaking the hand of the rescuer.

The dog however, had no intention of letting his rescuer leave. He wriggled free and cavorted around the man, licking his outstretched hand and nudging him back every time he went to go down the gangplank.

The two men laughed, the dog was recaptured and looked on forlornly as the walker returned to the path.

Later we returned the same way and through a porthole saw the owner drying the animal off with a blow dryer!

Jean Cocteau once said that in Paris, everybody wants to be an actor - nobody is content to be a spectator… but in my travels I have been a happy spectator to the theatre of life. Paris theatre is always before your eyes as you wander the streets of this perennially magnificent city.

I believe that interesting places are interesting as much for their history as for the stories that you bring home with you, stories that mould the character of the place forever in your memory.

For me, Paris IS theatre and I have brought home many memories of vignetets played out upon her stages.

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