and so the packing process begins. things in and things out and things in again. it’s cold there.
Archives for January 2012
we watched this last night. very cute. very much liked the deadpan attitudes of the locals, no pun intended.
working on maps of arrondissements still. got thank-you gifts for my temporary landlords and my appointment. sewing up a few last-minute woollen things because it is cold there. and trying to keep the good karma, the good omen-energy, flowing my way.
time moves fast, these days. :/
it’s like christmas for grown-ups. starting to get butterflies.
part of my mapping has been plowing through the excellent thirza vallois guides to paris. she can Write, and the anecdotes are marvellous:
“The Dames des Halles, as they were also called, felt personally involved in the goings-on in the Palace, which accounts for an astonishing letter, written by Femme Ladoucette to Marie de Medici, Henri IV’s second wife, on 30 August 1608. Having introduced herself as Dame des Halles ‘from mother to daughter since Saint Louis’, and a mother to four by her husband (a guarantee of moral integrity), she admits to a forthright tongue, but no lying tongue, she adds, before proceeding to complain to the Queen about her philandering husband, the King, a good fellow deep down but who fidgets at the sight of a coquette and scatters bastards around, although blessed with a most appetising Queen, so well conditioned to have little princes. If the King happened to wander through Les Halles, she continues, she would give him a sound thrashing for the love of her Queen. Rather than be scolded for her bold letter, Ladoucette was promoted ‘fournisseuse (purveyor) royale’!”
and in that same bit on les halles:
“Public executions were also held at the market place, amidst its ceaseless human tide. Decapitations were preceded by the customary methods of torture and followed by the unrelenting mutilation of the bodies. The more fortunate offenders were sentenced to the pillory alone. The King’s pillory, the largest of them all, was a sizeable octagonal structure, with a pointed roof and weathervane, somewhat resembling a chapel. The ground floor was often inhabited by the King’s Great Executioner, with the convicts exposed in the tower above. The excited mob relished the sight, taunting the exposed victims, pelting them with rubbish and litter. There was no gibbet at Les Halles, on the other hand, the King conceding that this was no place for bodies to be left rotting on a rope.”