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The art galleries and antique shops of the rue de Seine and environs are organized.  They often have special “events” at various times of the year, and they have banners designed and hung for each one at many places along each block.

 

The current “event” is promoting the sale of African art.  Dealers have brought in new art from Africa for the shows, and there are very friendly men from Africa standing here and there on the sidewalks, saying bonjour, and trying to stop you to engage in conversation, with the goal of selling you some African art.

 

Tom stopped and had one of these conversations.  I don’t like sales pitches, so I just returned smiles and “bonjours” and kept going on my way.

 

Many of the galleries were stuffed with people, but not so much the ones with a lot of African art.  I’m not sure why.  The exhibits that I saw through the windows were interesting and appealing. 

 

When we reached the end of the rue de Seine, we walked under some scaffolding covering the façade of an old building on the Quai Malaquais.  As always, I remembered to look up.  There I saw a plaque on the wall telling us that this had been the home of Alexander von Humboldt for a while.  This German explorer and scientist preferred Paris as a home base; he reluctantly returned to Berlin when the court asked him to come back.

 

What a glorious place to live in Paris!  He was right next to the Institut de France (of which he was a member), and his building faced the Seine.

 

Alexander von Humboldt was known for his work in biogeography; he influenced Darwin.  His father had married a wealthy widow, and this enabled Alexander to make a number of voyages to places like Latin America.  He even lived in Mexico City for a while.

 

His last excursion was a short trip to Italy with his friend Joseph-Louis Gay-Lussac for the purpose of studying the law of magnetic declination.  Then it was time to settle down and work on editing and publishing his massive volume of studies.  This task, which he thought would take two years, took more than two decades.  He did this work in Paris.

 

Humboldt had a holistic view of nature, and not everyone agreed with his approach.  He also was vocal in his criticism of colonial policies including slavery and the treatment of native Americans.

 

He had to return to Berlin in 1827, and there he lived until he had a massive stroke in 1859.  He never married.

 

Several creatures are named after Humboldt:  a penguin, a squid, a skunk, a cranesbill, a monkey, and a dolphin.  Also, a number of plants are named after him:  a lily, an orchid, an oak, fruit tree, a bladderwort, and a willow.  And there are places named for Humboldt:  a bay, a harbor, an ocean current, a glacier, a river, a couple mountains, a couple mountain ranges, a lake bed, a sinkhole, a waterfall, a hacienda, eight American towns, three American counties, several parks, lots of schools and streets, and much more, I’m sure.

 

Edgar Allan Poe dedicated his prose poem, “Eureka,” to Humboldt.  There’s a Humboldt lecture series and a Humboldt Foundation.  Finally, there is a ship called the Alexander von Humboldt. 

 

A number of famous people said some amazing things about Humboldt.  My favorite is Thomas Jefferson, who said, “I consider him the most important scientist whom I have met.”  Robert Ingersoll said, “He was to science what Shakespeare was to the drama.”

 

Always remember to look up as you walk through Paris.

 

Our dinner was around the corner at Amore et Gelosia on rue Mazarine.  This Italian food was delicious and creative, and the service was excellent, but we were seated in an almost windowless chamber that had a bad infestation of gnats.  Gnats.  I’d hoped to avoid them – especially at dinnertime.

 

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Saturday, September 14, 2013

 

A man smoking a pipe on the Quai Malaquais reminded me of my father, who used to smoke a pipe and occasionally had a beard like this, but usually trimmed shorter.

 

 

 

The side of the Institut de France building.

 

Scaloppa al Tartufo (above) was veal scaloppini with black truffle sauce, ravioli, and sautéed vegetables.  Scaloppa Milanese, below, came with a fine purée of potatoes.

 

 

A raspberry dessert and a chocolate dessert at Amore et Gelosia.

 

 

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