Rue Fontaine

Yesterday, my weekly exploration of Paris took me to Rue Fontaine ( no link to any fountain, but the name of a famous 19th century architect, like rue Ballu) there lived André Breton, the Pope of Surrealism, and on the other side of the street, but not at the same time, Edgard Degas. I desperately tried to enter the building, but those doors don't open...

Down the street, a shop that hasn't changed since the arrival of euro...perhaps, you can still pays in francs..
Near it a famous night club : the Bus Palladium, and there is a film coming soon about it.

And, after having tried to open all the  doors, finally, the miracle happened...

An enormous iron door opened, you don't even have to push, there is a mechanism opening it, and you're in heaven!
After the two little entrance pavillions, a yard, then, a corridor, another yard, some buildings, another yard, and there, two houses : identical, with a little garden and apparently, a studio at the top. Imagine!  a house with a garden, and perfect silence, and studio to paint, quietly, and all that in the centre of Paris...

But as my friend Kevin would say : you haven't won the lottery. I wish I had.. Oh! how I wish I had...
Then, corridor, yard, yard, and the noise of Paris...

Comments

[nath]

Tu as des goûts simples en fait !