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Humor on the hoardings spotted before the first round of the French elections: “John Goodman (Jean Gentilhomme) for President,” the candidate of the “Nice Peoples' Party. That would make a change. © Paris Update












Paris Update What’s On

Links to events happening this week in Paris.

Silent films from Switzerland?


> They’re rare, but they do exist and can be seen at the Fondation Jérôme Seydoux-Pathé, Paris, through May 2.

Retail heaven
> You can buy just about anything at the century-old Foire de Paris, a gigantic pop-up store. Porte de Versailles, Paris. April 27-May 8.

Voices from the North
> The Pølar Festival celebrates Northern European culture with films, concerts, talks and more. Various locations, Paris, through April 29.

Photo walk
> Eight Paris galleries hold special photography shows and events for Parcours Fotofever. Various locations, Paris, through May 1.

Photo shows galore
> Le Mois de la Photo has been moved from autumn to spring, with 96 exhibitions taking place all over the greater Paris area. See Web site for locations and dates.

Art videos
> The theme of this year’s Videobox Festival is “noise and movement.” Carreau du Temple, Paris, April 27-29.

French film with English subtitles
> Lost in Frenchlation shows Nicolas Boukhrief’s La Confession, preceded by a themed cocktail party (€4.50). Studio 28, Paris, April 28.

Virtual reality
> Drop in on Saturday or Sunday from 2pm to 8pm for a free virtual trip at the VR Express festival. Forum des Images, Paris, through June 30.

Dance in historic sites
> Monuments en Mouvement offers free dance performances in national monuments like the Pantheon in Paris, the Abbaye de Cluny and châteaux. Various locations, through Oct. 21.

African culture festival
> The 100% Afriques festival showcases dance, theater, music, fashion, design, art, food and more from all over the continent. La Villette, Paris, through May 28.


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The Little-Known Wonders, and Horrors, of Paris (Part One)

Port Royal Cloister, Paris

Suddenly, the serene tranquility of Port Royal Cloister was shattered by an anguished scream... Photo © Jacques Lebar,

When I was 17 years old, the little Midwestern American town I grew up in celebrated its centennial. Perhaps because I come ...

Port Royal Cloister, Paris

Suddenly, the serene tranquility of Port Royal Cloister was shattered by an anguished scream... Photo © Jacques Lebar,

When I was 17 years old, the little Midwestern American town I grew up in celebrated its centennial. Perhaps because I come from a place with a scant quarter-teaspoon of history, I am to this day awestruck by the remains of centuries- and millennia-old civilization here in Europe. I love the historic buildings of Paris, and I never tire of the Roman ruins that make up much of the Cluny Museum and all of the Arènes de Lutèce park.

To venture away from the capital, I nearly levitate from amazement in front of the Cro Magnon cave paintings at Pech Merle and Font de Gaume in southwestern France (where you can still see the real 20,000-year-old thing, not a facsimile).

And to venture out of the country, the ancient city of Pompeii south of Naples sends me into fits of rapture that make John Hurt’s final scene in Alien look dispassionately underplayed. It just blows my cervello that you can actually walk down a Roman street from 79 AD and look into all the buildings.

The first time I went to Pompeii, about 25 years ago, there were watchmen roaming the grounds whom you could bribe, I mean tip, to open the buildings that were fenced off, which of course were the most beautiful and interesting ones. My wife and I latched onto a very accommodating guard who was already showing another American tourist around (because he was very blatantly trying to pick her up, and she very glaringly didn’t get it, but that’s beyond the scope of this article), and we got to visit a number of restricted-access areas.

I was in heaven, wandering among the rooms of well-preserved patrician mansions and gorging my eyes on the rich decorations. I remember one house especially vividly for its fine architectural details and the elaborate multicolored frescoes surrounding the peristyle. And for the inscription marring one of them, carved a half-inch deep into the plaster in letters ten inches high: “MARCO 1983.”

Normally I’m a hemorrhaging-heart liberal, but when I saw that, I started rethinking my position on capital punishment. Then I started rethinking my position on due process. I quite simply don’t get it: how can anyone be sentient enough to want to go to Pompeii, arguably the world’s most incredible archaeological site, and yet be brain-dead enough to deface a fresco? Not a map or a billboard or even a stone pillar, but a two-thousand-year-old wall painting that the words “rare” and “priceless” barely even begin to describe?

Back in France a few years later, I discovered a wonderful book published by Parigramme called (in its English version) Undiscovered Paris, a guide to the city’s little-known historical and architectural oddities. My curiosity was aroused in particular by a place in the 14th arrondissement: one of Paris’s few remaining Renaissance cloisters. Most ecclesiastical property was destroyed during the Revolution, but the Port Royal Cloister survived essentially intact and now serves as the courtyard and garden of Baudelocque Hospital (123-25 Boulevard de Port Royal). Thing is, though, it’s only open to the public at odd hours, and I went to see it several times only to find the entrance locked. So I was very happy one Sunday morning when I was in the neighborhood, decided to try again and saw that the gate was wide open.

Savoring the moment, I tiptoed reverentially in and began soaking up the scene before me. And one of the first things I saw, at eye level on the first column I passed, was a name scratched into the stone: “Marco.” I’m not kidding.

I like to think it’s the same guy, a lobotomized latter-day Marco Polo who goes around vandalizing the world’s most spectacular, venerated sites. Marco Schmolo, scourge of historians and archaeologists. In a few years, by the time he has etched his name all over Angkor Wat, Machu Picchu, the moai statues of Easter Island and the summit of Mount Everest, with any luck tourist flights to the moon will be available and he can branch out to new territory. I’d be glad to pay for his trip. Or rather half of it.

David Jaggard

The Port Royal Cloister is always open on Sunday mornings from 10:30 to 11:30.

Next week: The little-known wonders and horrors of Paris part two: Royal blood on canvas at the Louvre?


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