Sunday, October 30, 2011

My Week with Victor Hugo

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MERCI BEAUCOUP!
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Since I have arrived to Paris, I have had a mild obsession with Ernest Hemingway.  I have read his books, done numerous searches about his life on the internet, read biographies on his wives, visited the places he frequented and have generally fantasized about his past daily activities and how they might differ in today's Paris.  He fascinates me.  I think it was his bold sense of adventure that I find the most intriguing and his life's tale, but I also greatly admire his diligent devotion to his art and his ability to use the simplest of words to evoke such strong images.  I also appreciate that I rarely have to use my Kindle dictionary when I read his novels J.

However, I am in France, and I also want to learn about the great authors that come out of this great nation.  To date, I have finished a few of Balzac's short stories and am now in the middle of Victor Hugo's famous, Notre Dame de Paris (or as we across the Atlantic know it as, The Hunchback of Notre Dame). The prose is decidedly different from Hemingway.  It took Hugo an entire "book" out of an 11 "book" novel to describe the city of Paris and Notre Dame during the medieval time the story takes place...something Hemingway would have undoubtedly wrapped up in 7, maybe 10, words. J But I love it!  So this week I decided to take my semi-obsessive nature and direct it to learn more about this 19th century French novelist, poet, intellect and romantic.  I retraced his paths in Paris, visited one of his homes, gasped at the famous cathedral that inspired the novel I am reading now and paid my respect at his place of final rest.

Great people all seem to have fantastical life stories...and Victor Hugo's does not disappoint.

My first stop, Victor Hugo's House in Paris!

This is the utterly charming Place des Vosges in the Marais and the site of one of Victor Hugo's homes in Paris. Hugo moved a lot during his life, but the former hotel particulier turned museum is one of 2 residences where he stayed the longest, 1832 - 1848. The second is his exile home on the Channel Island of Guernsey, 1855 - 1870.  Both of these homes are now museum's operated by La Ville de Paris, which means they are gratuitZero Euro!!) to enter!  Yet another thing to love about Paris!

Since the museum fare was free, I sprung for the 5 Euro audioguide.  I was displeased to see that it was one of those hair-smooshing, head band headsets (I much prefer the ones you just hold to your ear)...but figured a little head-set-hair was a small price to pay to get a more intimate and informed glimpse into my subject's life.
The bust in the picture is obviously of Victor Hugo.  One of his talented friends presented him this marble bust and he proudly displayed it in this reception room.
 He, his wife and their 4 children moved into this home when he was 30 years old and a year after he had published "Notre Dame de Paris" (which instantly became a raging success throughout Europe).
The portrait in the above picture is of Hugo's favorite daughter, Léopoldine. She tragically drowned at the age of 19 along with her husband of 6 months. Their boat capsized in the Seine river and the weight of her dress pulled her under. Her young husband died trying to save her. 
Victor always traveled with this portrait.

This is a portrait of Victor's mistress, Juliette Drouet.
They met in 1833 while she worked as an actress on one of his plays.
Victor's wife and childhood sweetheart, Adèle, had broken his heart by taking on one of his friends as a lover, so he was "forced" into the arms of Juliette.
There romance spanned over 50 years and spurred over 20,000 love letters! 
Can you imagine the number of text messages that would equate to nowadays!?

Victor had strong political beliefs, and in protest to the anti-parliamentary government that Louis Napoleon set up in 1851, Hugo called Napoleon a traitor and became a political exile (one of his most notable quotes of the time that caused Napoleon III angst was,  "We have had Napoleon the Great, now we have to have Napoleon the Small.")
After a few moves outside of France, he and his family...and Juilette....landed in Guernsey.
The room above was decorated completely by Victor (he even painted all those cool designs) and shows his creativity that expanded outside of the written word.  This Chinese-inspired room was created in the home for Juilette...who lived just down the street from th family.  Convenient.
It was in his home in Guernsey that he wrote one of his other most famous works, Les Miserables (1862), as well as other novels.

Second Stop, a little church called Notre Dame!

Do you see Quasimodo scaling the towers??
I looked and looked too...to no avail J.  Actually I tried to get a picture of where Quasimodo was found "one fine morning, on Quasimodo Sunday" (which, so you know, is the first Sunday after Easter).  But I couldn't figure out where the wooden box he was deposited in would have been situated L.  I thought it would be easy per the book description..."left vestibule and opposite the great image of Saint Cristopher"...but I realized very quickly I have no idea what Saint Cristopher looks like...or if he still exists in any vestibule! :)

Argh! Because I didn't climb the 400 steps to view Paris from the top of the bell towers, I don't have a very good picture of the most photographed...and cutest...gargoyle of Notre Dame.
This is the bored little guy who infinitely has his head resting in his hands as he is watching all of us tourists wait in line to get inside his home. I am sure he was a favorite of Quasi's...although at my current point in the book, he hasn't been mentioned at all.

Inside the great nave!
The popularity of Hugo's book sparked thousands of tourists to flock to Notre Dame to visit. The renewed interest in the 1163 cathedral and its architecture gave the government of Paris needed incentive to restore the then dilapidated building. 
Next year marks the 850 birthday of Notre Dame!
Another great restoration is planned...including repairing or remolding all the bells so that the toll as they did when Quasimodo had that task.  Hopefully, however, they new bell ringer will wear some ear plugs so he doesn't go deaf like his poor, deformed predecessor!

I could not post pictures of Notre Dame without capturing her text book flying buttresses...plus I also thought this picture looked kinda scarey and Halloweeny...perfect for a post a day before Halloween!

Victor's stature in his later years made me believe he may have been an ice cream fan!  So after my trip to Our Lady, I headed to the most renowned ice cream shop in Paris.  This parlor is located on the Île de Saint Louis and about a 15 minute walk from the cathedral.  As my luck would have it, the shop decided to close for "traveaux"...what! 

Ah, yes...of course there is an "Esméralda" cafe next to Notre Dame!
(She is the French gypsy girl from the novel)
In the book she is always seen with her clever goat, Djali, so I wonder if The Esmeralda cafe serves lots of chevre! :) 
I know, "Cheesy, Jen!".  I couldn't resist :)!

Final stop, the Panthéon.

I ended my week with Victor Hugo at this grand structure where he was interred.
Throughout Victor's life he advocated for many social and moral changes.  He championed against the death penalty, for more rights for women and children as well as the plight of the poor (Les Miserables was written to display the social misery and injustice of his time).  In fact, in his last will he expressed the following, "I leave 50,000 francs to the poor, and want to be buried in their hearse."
When he died in Paris on May 22, 1885 (he had returned from his exile in 1870), he was indeed put in a pauper's coffin. However, a funeral procession starting from the Arc de Triomphe followed by 2 million people took him to his final place of rest amongst other VIPs from his homeland, the Panthéon.
Here, with the likes of Alexandre Dumas and Marie Curie, this national hero, literary genius and great political philosopher of his day lays eternally.

As a note, when Victor died in 1885 he was only survived by one of his children, Adèle.  His mistress, Juliette, had died 2 years earlier and his wife had died in 1868.  Adèle, the youngest of his children, had been admitted to an insane asylum in the 1870s after Hugo's return to Paris.  It was thought she had been driven mad by an unrequited love.  There is an interesting article from The New York Times detailing more on the mystery of her insanity. It was published in 1915, a few days after her death.  Here is a link:

Not only did she inspire a great, classic novel and a Disney movie...but now this blog post!J

What a week! And what a talented, inspiring and brilliant man!  I was a pleasure getting to know Victor Hugo better...

Now I need to snuggle in bed and finish Notre-Dame de Paris! Quasi awaits me.... Bonne Nuit and Happy Halloween!

Victor Hugo

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Occupy Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Paris

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Right now in my home country an ongoing demonstration is taking place in a private park in the financial district of lower Manhattan. You may have heard of it....Occupy Wall Street. Over the past 28 days the movement has spread across the great US of A, and is also said to be trickling into other countries (although no word of an "Occuper Paris" encore).  From what I understand, the grievances of the protestors run the gamut from global warming to high gas prices to corporate greed and financial inequality.  Their mantra, "We are the 99%"...which is a distinction from 1% of the richest individuals in America.

Since I am clearly also part of the 99% and largely not a fan of corruption in general :), I thought I would show my solidarity and support for my country men’s right to express their discontent by doing a little occupying of my own right here in Paris!  However, my occupation will decidedly not be in a park nor will witty hand held signs, tarps or port-a-potties be involved.  In fact, I am not going to take to the street at all...I am headed to the most famous bar in the world, Bar Hemingway at the Ritz Hotel in Paris.  My occupation will be a bar stool watching the world famous bartender, Colin Field, mix custom cocktails for guests who likely are in the 1%.....ah, c'est la vie!

The front of the Ritz in the beautiful Place Vendôme...which is one of my favorite places in Paris.
I took this picture right before I walked in...so as you can see last night was an absolutely lovely evening.

Just walking into the Ritz is a treat. Upon entrance I was greeted with a myriad of smiles and "Bonsoir, Madame!" from all the men and women in their perfectly pressed uniforms. Bar Hemingway is located on the other side of the hotel which allowed me my own personal escort, a fresh faced, adorable young French man and Ritz guest relation employee, to guide me from the front part of the hotel through "Temptation Gallery" and then finally to my destination.

A slendid fall flower arrangement near the front of the hotel
Immediately after this display, my escort and I turned left into the never ending Temptation Gallery...

...which was lined with many display cases like above, all dazzling and sparkling with their gold gilded or diamond encrusted luxury, must-have items. One case even displayed the Ritz's private label champagne that they serve in their bars and restaurants and sometimes leave for guests in their room. I asked my escort if I should come find him if I decide that I want something at 2am...he smiled and hesitantly said, "yeah." I winked at him back. :)

At last I arrived!  It was about 8pm when I stepped into the cozy, wood paneled bar which use to be a favorite hangout for its namesake (who also lived at the Ritz for a spell).  It was busier than I expected for the dinner hour, but I spotted an open stool at the bar...my stool! I asked the woman who greeted me, whose name later I learned was Caroline, if I could take that seat. Bien sur was her reply, and within moments of becoming situated, maître in his field and grand host, Monsieur Colin, begin working his charm and mixology magic on me.  Occupy Bar Hemingway had officially commenced! 

"Welcome to our small bar!" Colin said as I was taking off my coat.
"Thank you." I replied, "You may be small, but your reputation is big."
"You are very kind." He responded with a gentle smile.

And then before I had time to consider a drink or find the hook under the bar to place my coat, the Dominican woman from Texas next to me began talking to me NON-STOP!  Don't get me wrong, she was lovely...and I think just sooooo excited to be in Paris and at Bar Hemingway...but wow, I am not sure she took time to breathe between sentences.  I sat there listening trying to be polite and interested, but so wanted instead to take a moment to soak in my surroundings...and, well, order a drink.  Colin is famous for creating perfection in a glass based on what you feel like...I was feeling a little suffocated at the moment. I wonder what that drink would taste like?  Colin noticed the dispair and thirst in my eyes, and came over to hand me a note. I tilted my head side ways and looked at it.  He told me to open it.  Inside it read, "Don't worry you will get a drink SOON!"  Ah, now I know why he is the best in the world!

He further sealed his reputation for me when he came back and proceeded to tell me what I liked and didn't like in a drink.  He must have made the assessment off my look and demeanor...because at that point we hadn't exchanged too many words.  He noted I didn't like drinks that were too sweet or with alcohol that was too strong.  Rather I preferred champagne cocktails or cocktails with citrus notes. He then began to animatedly describe in wonderful and extravagent detail three custom creations he thought I would like.  I just sat there looking starry eyed once he wrapped up the description of drink option #3 which was a cocktail with a flavor he described as "biting through the skin of an almost ripe pear to reach the tender, white succulent flesh."  Uh, one of those please.

Colin wouldn't let me take a picture of the picture-perfect beverage which was dressed up with a beautiful red rose, because apparently people have gotten a bit out of control with picture taking in the bar (although by the end of the night I was taking pictures of everything...so perhaps it is an early evening rule!). But a picture won't capture the flavor anyway, which was perfectly balanced between pear, apple and a soupçon of lime over grey goose vodka. Melody in glass! However, the most sublime drink at Bar Hemingway is their signature drink and problably Colin's chef-d'œuvre, The Serendipity.  It is a magical mix of mint leaves, a touch of sugar, calvados, apple juice and Ritz champagne served in a high ball glass (still dressed in a flower if you are a dame!).  I was introduced to this, what is now probably my new favorite drink, later in the evening when Colin introduced me to another lone bar attendee, Kelil...perhaps he had seen my OBH fliers :), Ha! (OBH = Occupy Bar....oh, you get it!)

The Serendipity!!
And some of the bar's interior.
Colin has decorated much of the walls with his personal items (there are some antelors from some of his hunts in South Africa) and still hang about 20 photos that Heminway took himself.

Once he learned I was in Paris to learn French, Colin became very interested and inventive in ways for me to practice my French (Colin is an Englishman, but speaks several languages fluently...he has been at Bar Hemingway since 1994).  He guessed that I was an equestrian rider (seriously the man is amazing) and recommended I take some riding classes at L'Ecole Madrid on the outskirts of Paris.  There, he said, no one speaks English...and you will have to speak French...which is indeed the key.  I was intrigued by the idea as well as one of his other ideas...take fencing classes! He offered to introduce me to a friend of his who teaches...and, yep, only speaks French.  Might be kinda fun! However, more immediately he got me to start conversing with a very nice French-Lebonese man sitting next to me who is living in French Guiana, Kelil, who spoke limited English and was a regular guest at the hotel.  It was great fun and practice...and before the night was over Kelil and I were also friends with the couple from Georgia, Annie and Matt, next to us as well as the lawyer from Michigan, Mark.

4 flowers means I was ordered 4 drinks...but I had ample help consuming them!
BUT that doesn't mean I was able to rise with the chickens this morning. In fact, I probably got up around the same time as all my friends in Seattle...and it is a weekend there!!!! :)))))

This is me being artistic at 2am :)
My new friends, Kelil and Mark, are still widly animated in the background for this hour!
And since we didn't have a chance to say good-bye to Colin last night...we are all going back tonight!
My new favorite drink awaits!!!

Although my occupation my not have been as long and steadfast as my counterparts in NYC, I did my best and my goal was accomplished...I made new friends, spoke French and had intersting discussions with interesting people about life and politics in a beloved Paris bar.  I hope the participants of Occupy in the US feel as satisfied as I do once their occupation ends as well.

Occupy Bar Hemingway is officially complete!  Now I need to figure out what I am going to wear when I go back there tonight...just as a patron though...not an occupier!  Bisous a tout!

UPDATE: The magic continued the second night.  Kelil and I met at Bar Heminway (alas Mark was a no show!).   Kelil also invited some of his friends from French Guiana, an executive from Renault,  his beautiful Brazilian wife and their adorable 10 year old daughter.  We shared drinks and conversation at the Ritz before heading to the new Mandarin Oriental hotel and their restaurant, Camelia.  French was the dominating language for the evening (although Angela, the beautiful Brazilian wife, and I would communicate in Spanish), and I couldn't have been more pleased to be part of the group...even if my conversational input was limited.  They were so warm, so welcoming and so patient :)...and I could tell Kelil was quite pleased about all the French he was exposing me to :). The evening's highlight for me was when the little girl wouldn't stop giving me hugs when it came time to say good-bye back at the Ritz. Wonderful!  Kelil and I wrapped up the evening at another one of Paris' palace hotels, The Park Hyatt.  We recalled the highlights of our last 2 evenings together over a final glass of champagne, and then said our good-byes.  He had to leave for home in the morning.

....another incredible evening and experience in this city that always leaves me breathless.