Saturday, April 30, 2005

Day 20 - Notre Dame 1

As the title aludes to, I'm headed for Notre Dame today. But not the one in Paris. There's a place called Chartres to the north where the greatest Notre Dame, nay the greatest of all cathedrals is supposed to be. It's about an hour away and is open until 7:30PM, so I should have some time, despite my late start today.

Part of the reason for said late start was because I mailed back a couple books about the Lourve and D'Orsay. Crap. I forgot to mail my memory card. Oh well. One more trip. The post office in France on Saturday is just as fast as the post office in the states on a Saturday. Heh. Oh well.

So let's see, when I rushed back to the Louvre yesterday, I spent a little more time with the antiquities, trying to see if I could actually remember the cultures connected to the pictures I took. I couldn't, so I bought the antiquities book and sent it home. :) Here are a few more things I do remember.
  • Stella of Mesha of Moab. Stellas are like headstones and commemorate the deeds of an individual. In Mesha's case it was his victory over the Israelites and kingly reign. The mention of the Israelites on his stella was the first mention of them ever. Predating the bible, which sort of glosses over Mesha's victory.
  • Stella for an even earlier king. He united four kingdoms, which at that time constituted the entire civilized world (we're talking fertile crescent time around 4000 years ago). He was deified. I suppose he was the model for every Alexander, Caeser, and Napoleon since.
  • Roman statues. I hope they kept all the good stuff in Rome, because most of the roman stuff I've seen so far is really dull, like the romans were too bound by some kind of rule system to do anything creative. I saw a statue of Hadrian and his wife that was just awful. They made Hadrian as Mars and his wife as Venus, but they stole the models from different periods in greek art, clothed the wife but not the husband for some bizarre notion of modesty, and just generally contributed nothing to art. Oh yeah, and Hadrian had a tiny package. :D
  • Art of Islam. I have no doubt that the artisans of some of these pieces went blind. The detail, on the metalwork especially, is just dazzling. And I got a good snap of the earliest celestial globe (showing the position of the constellations) known to exist.
Anyway, I better mail my memory card, fill up on some lunch, and head out to Chartres. Adieu.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Honey,

Sounds like very cool stuff you're seeing (and some not so cool apparently). Wish we were there :-)

Be sure to let me know which post office in Rome to send the memory chip back to.

Here are the words to Poor People of Paris (Jean's Song). I actually didn't know them since I just whistle it. I've also attached a link to a website so you can hear the music. I think it's catchy and Dad's right it's from my youth--it was popular in the 50s.

Just got back from Paris, France
All they do is sing and dance
All they've got there is romance
What a tragedy
Every boulevard has lovers
Every lover's in a trance
The poor people of Paree

I feel sorry for the French
Every guy has got a wench
Every couple's got a bench
Kissing shamelessly
Night and day they're making music
While they're making love in French
The poor people of Paree

Milk or water from the sink
Make a true Parisian shrink
Wine is all he'll ever drink
And it worries me
For with wine as cheap as water
Oh, it makes one stop and think
The poor people of Paree

Sister met a boy named Pierre
Had the craziest affair
And the day they parted there
He cried bitterly
Pierre was there to bid her farewell
But he brought his new girl, Claire
The poor people of Paree

So don't go to Paris, France
Not unless you like to dance
Not unless you want romance
Like those poor inhabitants of Paree


http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002U3H/002-0619972-5778463?v=glance

If that doesn't work (it went off the page when I previewed it) you can search Amazon.com for "Baxter's Best"; it's the first song on that album. The song appears on other albums but this was the best sounding one to me.

Anonymous said...

Keep one eye open for speech impaired stooping mongoloids. If one of them gets ahold of you he'll fling you off like a sack of spoiled oranges for sure.

Yours in Vigilance,

Glenn

Blain Newport said...

Craig:

Hahaha.

Groan. Congratulations. Naturally, the marathoner starts the first running gag of the blog. :D

Son

Blain Newport said...

Hey mom,

Travel is always a mixed bag. But the occasional letdown is more than made up for by the occasional amazing surprise.

I put the general delivery address as the return address on the envelope. My Rough Guide book said that would work. But it'll probably be a lot more efficient if I can give you my hostel address ahead of time. I've made a decision (in the latest update) that should make that fairly easy.

Wow. Poor People of Paris sounds like a total stereotype. And from what I've seen it's probably pretty true. On the subject of Parisian stereotypes.

True:
Lots of bikes (and motorcycles)
Lots of couples kissing
Lots of good, cheap wine (so I hear)
Lots of tiny dogs
Tons of bagguettes

False:
Lots of rude people
Lots of berets

Blain Newport said...

Hahaha. Well have fun, dude. I don't think most of this architecture translates very well. But there's always room for DOOM, regardless.

Hi Holly. I almost thought of visiting Carcasonne for the gaming crowd. But I'm not really a big castle person. :)

Hi Jan. Stay un-bored. :)

Blain Newport said...

Yo bro.

Unfortunately, your warning was untimely, as I already encountered one begging outside of Notre-Dame (Paris). Had he not also been blind, I surely would have been flung.

Get on the ball,
Blain