Paris through the bottle
So after a couple of months of intense touring where all our explorers and guides were taken, we finally grab a day off and are able to pursue some aimless Paris gallivanting – with nothing but an idea of walking from one place to another, having a picnic wherever it seems nice/feasible to do so and little more. First on our stop was the Luxembourg garden, which due to cloudy and possibly rainy forecast was strangely empty. All the better – instead of a usual onslaught of visitors, we could actually (for once) immerse ourselves into the precious piece of Florence that was supposed to harbor and protect Maria de Medici from all the horrors of back-in-the-day Paris.
However with us was a bottle of wine – an item that in good French tradition is used to further any discussion, or in this case observation. Topic of the day was – coffee versus wine in the French history and tradition of debates. One is used by the poetically inclined, the other by the more philosophically minded ; both are meant to uplift and sharpen the conversation. Was coffee the cocain of its time ? Was it actually more effective on people of back-in-the-day when it was first introduced to Europe than its Colombian counterpart is today ? Ask us in person and we’ll be glad to further the debate.
For the moment, a simple idea came about. If wine is used to enhance the quality of a conversation, could you say that the world was viewed through the wine bottle ? What if (obviously enough) we were to, in fact, literary observe the city through a wine bottle ? Hence the small series of photos we here present. You will notice how the wine in the bottle is gradually disappearing until it’s all but gone. Enjoy ! as we have.
Here we begin with our bottle of wine when we decide to take a photo of it in the grass lawn of the Luxembourg garden. We were quite taken with how the bottle interacted with the building of the Senate house in its background, contributing to the already omnipresent phallic imagery of this city. Wine and (superfluous) politics equal this:
When it was time to move on, an idle and seemingly aimless walk took us through rue Assas, where the former chocolatier extraordinaire Christian Constant used to have a shop. Instead that revered place we now see a hipster restaurant whose menu abounds with words such are ‘green’ ‘detox’ ‘açai’ ‘quinoa’ and you get the point. To calm the nerves, though Constant is no longer there you can hit a decent replacement in the form of Sadaharu Aoki, and taste one of their many trademark matcha cookies and chocolates.
Continuing our ‘flaneur’ escapade we reached the back side of the Dome des Invalides, where a brilliant idea of looking at something through the bottle entirely and literally hit us. Here is the result :
Quite seriously, no filters – just a photo shot through a by now half full wine bottle
The experiment became interesting so we decided to take a couple more shots, this time of the Eiffel tower from the bottom of the Champs de Mars park. Varying results, not quite as impressive as those we had at Les Invalides, but still endearing in their own way:
We found the Eiffel tower at the bottom of this (by now empty) wine bottle. What do you find in a bottom of a bottle ?
And finally, a drunken view of the tower through the bottle. Quite accurate as a depiction, of that moment at least.