(little) sunday, the 15th of April 2013
today there was sun. for the first time in months, the air was warm, the sky clear, and Froggy and i decided to go for a long walk. during my pregnancy, i developed symphis pubis dysfunction, and walking (one of my favorite things in the world) became excruciating. so instead, i sat in our comfortable ikea chair and propped up my sausage-like feet and spent the last part of my pregnancy practically inert. Froggy joined me, and for months we watched entire series and every single Barça game that was played. after little sun died, going outside and walking meant entering a vast and endless minefield of pregnant bellies and little blond babies. every encounter held the possibility for a tears or even sobs, and it felt safer to just stay home, next to one another on the couch, with our furbabies and some beautiful football.
my visits to the shrink and the trip to Brighton had gotten me walking again, though, and over the last month or so i’ve spent hours upon hours navigating little Parisian neighborhoods on my own….i became a solitary walker, each of my steps jiggling loose a bit of the darkness that’s been clogging my brain. today Froggy decided that it was time to join me.
we’d considered going down to la Tour Eiffel and walking along the Seine nearby, but it would have been a bit of a trek to get there, and on a glorious spring day like today, the area would have been seething with tourists. we’re not much for crowds these days, so we decided, instead to walk to la Bibliotèque nationale, the National Library, which stands next to the Seine on the edge of the 13th arrondissement.
the weather was perfect, warm and almost blindingly bright, and our promenade took us through a visual wonderland.
we wandered through a new park and took in the architecture:
(and occasionally the people, too)
and then we came to the area near les Frigos (which translates to “the refrigerators”), a huge old building that used to serve as “refrigerated station” on the railway. apparently, in the first part of the 20th century trainloads of Algerian wines used to arrive directly in the building in refrigerated boxcars. nowadays, it is a haven for artists, and as you get closer to building, you begin to see signs that you are entering an enchanted area.
and then we were there:
and there were some creepy mofos surveying the place
Froggy and i wandered around outside the building with our cameras raised to our eyes for at least thirty minutes. there was just so much to see.
there was even a peaceful little garden where several artists were working or hanging out drinking café
everytime I pass by the place, i find myself longing to be a part of the creative energy going on inside (and outside in the garden, too!) i miss the company of other artists, the conversation, the mutual inspiration….i wish i knew how to find that here.
afterwards, we walked down to the Seine, but it was suffocatingly crowded with other Parisians trying to catch the sun, so we mounted the wooden stairs to where the four towers of the library stand, spread far a part but facing each other. Froggy tells me that those buildings are meant to represent open books, and i can see that. the place must be an absolute eden for academics. it’s huge, huge enough that we were mostly able to skirt the strollers and just focus on the views.
and tonight Barça won 3-0 with their B team.
today was a good day.
and, oh i had to share this drawing i found which i think bears an uncanny resemblance to my wife. what do you think?