On July 14th, 1789 the Bastille Prison was stormed and taken over by the revolutionists, thus beginning France's rocky road towards being a free country; a destination they will likely reach very soon. In commemoration of said event the French hold Bastille Day on the 14th of July each year and celebrate in a way not unlike the Americans celebrate the 4th of July. The only real difference is that while we eat our way through thousands of pounds of ground up animal pieces, the French drink thousands of kiloliters of wine and smoke thousands of hectares of tobacco (some of which smelled awfully sweet). Sara and I spent most of the holiday in Paris soaking up the sun and the smoke, but here for you I have included some pictures of the festivities in Levallois on Bastille Day Eve. I really like how the city has put lights on city hall and the fountains surrounding it in such a fashion to simulate the French flag. It was an absolutely gorgeous night, and just as dusk turned to dark the place filled up with all sorts of Levalloisians, old and young, and a band and I think some sort of food. Originally we had planned to go sit by the Seine and enjoy the evening, but to our chagrin
the City had roped off all access. We came home in a huff, not noticing that there were posters up advertising the City's fireworks display to be shown that evening along the banks of the river. I'm sure the show was spectacular, but I was just as happy to avoid the crowd and be at home. We saw an even better show the next day. To sum up, Bastille Day in Levallois was a little chunk of home far far away, or at least it would have been provided we were comfortable enough among the locals and their food to stick around. Stay tuned for even more Bastille Day fun.
On July 14th, 1789 the Bastille Prison was stormed and taken over by the revolutionists, thus beginning France's rocky road towards being a free country; a destination they will likely reach very soon. In commemoration of said event the French hold Bastille Day on the 14th of July each year and celebrate in a way not unlike the Americans celebrate the 4th of July. The only real difference is that while we eat our way through thousands of pounds of ground up animal pieces, the French drink thousands of kiloliters of wine and smoke thousands of hectares of tobacco (some of which smelled awfully sweet). Sara and I spent most of the holiday in Paris soaking up the sun and the smoke, but here for you I have included some pictures of the festivities in Levallois on Bastille Day Eve. I really like how the city has put lights on city hall and the fountains surrounding it in such a fashion to simulate the French flag. It was an absolutely gorgeous night, and just as dusk turned to dark the place filled up with all sorts of Levalloisians, old and young, and a band and I think some sort of food. Originally we had planned to go sit by the Seine and enjoy the evening, but to our chagrin
the City had roped off all access. We came home in a huff, not noticing that there were posters up advertising the City's fireworks display to be shown that evening along the banks of the river. I'm sure the show was spectacular, but I was just as happy to avoid the crowd and be at home. We saw an even better show the next day. To sum up, Bastille Day in Levallois was a little chunk of home far far away, or at least it would have been provided we were comfortable enough among the locals and their food to stick around. Stay tuned for even more Bastille Day fun.
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