"TURN LEFT AT THE STARBUCKS," I WAS TOLD ON ASKING FOR THE STREET THAT BORDERS WHAT WAS ONCE THE COURT OF MIRACLES
(Rue Montorgueil)
Adapted from the plan in The Grand Court of Miracles (in French)
A sign advertised rental space for a business to fit "the coolest street:"
Proximity to the former Les Halles market explains the cafés, restaurants and gourmet shops:
The start of rue Montorgueil, photographed from the edge of Les Halles
Most establishments are modern...
L'Escargot, ("The Snail"), a destination for celebrities since 1832
A painting over a shop that must have sold colonial products
A diner sips the wine, by Paul Gavarini
View of cafés
An incident that took place at its bar
Toward 1830 Alfred de Musset,
the young, elegant nobleman
who is one of France's great poets,
invited Celeste Vénard, a 16-year-old prostitute,
to dine there.
Her brothel's madam dressed her beautifully, and she was delighted to enter the world of the privileged. But Musset and his friends squirted her with spritzer water and laughed when she ran out sobbing.
Celeste became one of the "queens of Paris," courtesans comparable to our movie stars. Musset wrote a poem to her, presumably in hopes of renewing the acquaintance. She did not acknowledge it and pretended not see him when they crossed paths.
Demolished by drink and debauchery, he burned out before he was 30.
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Signs of wealth date from the end of the 17th century, when houses like these replaced those of the Middle Ages:
On rue Saint-Sauveur, which links rue Montorgueil and rue Saint-Denis. The arches lead to courtyards for horse-drawn carriages.
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Later:
How this miserable outskirt
became a neighborhood for the elite.
But now more about Cécile Vénard
who like members of the Court of Miracles,
fought back against the limits birth imposed.
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