Wednesday, August 30, 2023

II.2.4.a. MEDIEVAL SPIRITS LINGER

MENU: 2.2.4.a. Medieval spirits linger  

WE PASS A CEMETERY, THE WHOLESALE PRODUCE MARKET AND RAMPARTS BUILT FARTHER AND FARTHER FROM THE CENTER  

Following rue Saint-Denis shows them still intangibly there.  

  Paris in 1530 / zoom

Here's how


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Monday, August 28, 2023

TRACES OF A PRISON AND COUNTRYSIDE


A NINTH-CENTURY FORTRESS THAT PROTECTED FROM THE VIKINGS KEPT THE TRADE ROUTE AWAY FROM THE RIVER

When the rampart built toward 1200 made the fortress obsolete, it became the prison, Tribunal, police headquarters and morgue. 

 The Grand Châtelet Seen from rue Saint-Denis by T.G.H. Hoffbauer / zoomdrawing based on the archives

      Adapted from a Google map

This map from 1750 shows why rue Saint-Denis starts at some distance from the river.

Adapted from a map of 1750 / zoom

In the 1850's Paris underwent a giant transformation — more later —  and the modern open space replaced the Grand Châtelet.
 
The Fountain of Victories, built in 1808 to celebrate Napoleon's victories, and was moved to the center of the new open space.

 Rue Saint-Denis begins at the east-west trade route:  

 Paris in the 11th Century / zoom (please scroll down)

 

Yellow arrows show a location, red arrows our route. 

The information behind the green sign in the photo above informs on transport and services but skips the past. It does not even mention the trade and pilgrimage route. 

We head toward the church steeple you glimpse in the background:


       Adapted from a Google map

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The medieval path had no distinguishing features and neither does this part of the route. Touristy shops and fast-foods align:



Then there's a puzzle: tiny parallel streets a few steps apart suggest that a change is coming.

Rue de la Ferronerie, seen on the 18th-century map above. Its follows that of the earliest rampart (disappeared) and indicates the edge of the town of the high Middle Ages.  


Rue des Innocents crops off the edge of the space we are coming to, giving the growing population more room (in the 1820's).



We come to the cemetery of the Holy Innocents,
which for centuries was
a site of death, commerce and conviviality.

 
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Sunday, August 27, 2023

A CEMETERY THAT BEWILDERS


 A CHURCH AND CEMETERY APPEAR IN THE OPEN SPACE JUST BEYOND THE WALL
(TOWARD 1150)

The Cemetery toward 1550 as imagined by Hoffbauer, mentioned on the preceding page

        The Cemetery of the Holy Innocents by Jacob Grimer, 16th century / zoom

"SNF..." [snif] refers to the smell from the open graves:

Adapted from a graphic novel / zoom

Yet the cemetery was a place for shopping, fêtes, quarrels, flirts... 

 Pea Shellers of the Halle by Étienne Jeaurat, XVIIIe siècle / zoom

Festivity given by the City of Paris at the Halles for the Birth of the Dauphin,1782, by Philibert-Louis Deboucourt / zoom



"The dead were sheltered by the living.
On every tomb sellers of ribbons, laces, trinkets.
Merchants spread out their wares while smiling at the client...  

"Never had death been so familiar; the handsome idle of the time constantly besieged those counters of a new kind. One flirted in the charnal house as at a market, planned to meet there as at the Tuileries [... ]"...
-- The Streets of Paris, ed. Kugelman, 1844, zoom (in French)

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The crowd provided an initiation site for thieves who hoped to join the Court of Miracles...

Chasing Pariahs (in French),  zoom

  • The candidate would steal a purse and flee. His potential comrades would cry "thief!" and join the crowd chasing him,stealing all the while. If he escaped with their help, they would  all celebrate his joining the Court. 
If he was caught he was hanged. 
  -- The Court of Miracles, 2020 (in French, unsigned)  

Adapted from a plan of 1760 / zoom

A historical novel begins:

"At that time [1738], 
towns stank in a way unimaginable for us

The streets stank of manure, the courtyards of urine, the stairs of moldy wood and rat excrement, the kitchens of rotting cabbage and sheep fat: Badly aired rooms stank of dust, bedrooms of greasy sheets, damp bedspreads and the bitter mustiness of chamber pots. Fireplaces spat a sulfurous stink, tanning establishments the stench of their corrosive baths, and slaughterhouses the stench of curdled blood. People stank from sweat and unwashed clothes : The mouths stank from rotted teeth, their stomachs stank from onions and their bodies from old cheese and sour milk and eruptive tumors. The rivers stank, the squares stank, the churches stank, it stunk under the bridges and in palaces. [...]

Naturally it was in Paris that the stench was greatest, for Paris was the biggest town of France. And in the center of the capital was a place where stench reigned in a way that was particularly infernal [...] that was the cemetery of the Innocents. For eight hundred years [...] day after day corpses had been carried by the dozen and thrown them into long ditches, for eight hundred years they had filled the successive layers of charnel houses and ossuaries." 
-- Perfume: the Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind, 1985


But stink was omnipresent — 
one smelled Paris from three days away. 
It could make visitors ill,
but residents were used to it.
 
Death too was constant. 
But what counted was eternal life,
and dying was terrible only when it happened
outside the rites of the Church.

And there was no other large public space
in the center of town.

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