But this is Paris, a European capital.
|La Grande Roue, Place de la Concorde|
I take the Métro to Place de la Concorde and decide to walk the rest of the way,instead of transferring for just one station. That takes me past the American Embassy (once accessible to all, and now barricaded... but that’s another blog) and then through the gardens that line the most famous street in Paris: the Champs-Elysées.
Surprise! The entire avenue - all 1910 meters of it (1.2 mile, or 21 football fields) - is cordoned off by those metal things that look like bike racks. Not a car anywhere. Quite an apocalyptic image, like something out of "On the Beach" (look it up). There are two formidable-looking gendarmes in uniform at the crosswalk. And other pairs of them spaced out evenly on both sides of the avenue, in both directions, as far as the eye can see.
I ask the nearest of the two officers whether there’s any chance of crossing. Politely, he replies, "No, ma’am. But there’s an underpass at Concorde and another at Franklin Roosevelt."
Both are quite a hike, and well out of my way. Plus I’m curious to see what has merited the cost and bother of hanging these banners all along the avenue. (The French government must have a whole warehouse somewhere full of banners in the colors of every country in the world for just such occasions.) Paired with France’s bleu-blanc-rouge today are orange-white-and-green banderoles. I have no idea which country that could be. I decide to wait a while and see which bigwig they’ve battened things down for. After all, they can’t keep the Champs-Elysées closed forever.
Little by little I strike up a conversation with both gendarmes. They are very apologetic and seem to enjoy my curiosity and lack of attitude. They identify the bigwig as the new President of the Ivory Coast, Alassane Outtaro, on a diplomatic visit to Paris. At that very moment, he’s doing what all visiting heads of state feel they must do: place a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the very top of the Champs-Elysées. How long that will take? They don’t know. But after that he’s going to drive down the entire length of the avenue - Lord only knows why, maybe for the same reason a dog licks himself... simply because he can. Meanwhile, no one else can drive down the avenue and no one can cross it, even on foot.
The younger of the two gendarmes tells me that he had been deployed to the Ivory Coast to help keep the peace during the civil war between Outtaro and the previous president, Laurent Gbagbo. I ask if it was dangerous and he says no, because the population had nothing against them. But when I say, "Oui, mais un accident est si vite arrivé" (accidents can happen fast), he smiles and nods and admits he’s glad he’s back.
After two more minutes Gendarme Numéro 1 opens up the passage and I rush to take a photo of the Champs-Elysées sans cars... which is something not many people get to see. Then it’s across the rest of the still-bare avenue to take care of the business at hand.
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Formalities at the branch of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs take only a few minutes, but there’s a journalist’s event going on in the reception area, complete with TV cameras. With my press card renewed, I’m welcome to attend.
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Seeing as I’m already out - and there’s so much to do anytime in Paris - I decide to check out a prehistoric exhibit on my way home. The museum’s in the same building as the journalism office: the Grand Palais, a stone-and-glass building built for the 1900 Paris Exposition Universelle. (It’s also the same place I took my first final exams when I was at the Sorbonne.)
Something to think about in the Métro on the way home.
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