May 21: Paris is really a bunch of small towns rolled into one name. Each arrondissement has its own flavor. Since we first started coming here, we have oriented to the 7th and that is where we are now, on rue St. Dominique.
That means we know the streets, restaurants and even people from years past. Things don’t change much. Just this morning, we walked down rue Cler on our way to coffee,
But the funniest thing this morning was this, unfortunately I don’t have a good photo but maybe you can use your imagination or click on the photo I do have to enlarge it.
Workers were loading furniture and household goods onto one of these lifts that I have only seen in Paris. I imagine a similar method is used in NY City or Chicago and anywhere in the US with old apartment buildings. In central Paris, most of the buildings originally didn’t have elevators and when added, are small claustrophobic places that barely hold two people (or one person and luggage) let alone a sofa or bed. Staircases are usually cramped circular affairs so that doesn’t work well either for moving furniture in and out. So, household goods are loaded onto platforms and hauled up the outside of the building and through big opening windows on the higher floors. Quite a process to watch and something to avoid walking under. I’m sure this is where the superstition about not walking under ladders started.
A resident was walking her normal size beagle which obviously thought this bulldog was real. There was a noisy confrontation spurred on by the worker who kept sliding the bulldog toward the beagle whose owner was trying her best to keep the beagle under control, while she was being dragged on his leash. The antics stopped all the pedestrians for a few good-morning laughs and definitely slowed down the movers and the dog owner. Does this say something about the intellect of Beagles or recreational opportunities in Paris?
And this was all before 9:00 am!