I had been wanting to go to Bercy for a while. It is billed as being a village within Paris and has a rich history of wine warehouses dating back to the 15th century. Also, there is a big stadium there. But the idea of a village with a rich history was what got me.
It got me alright.
We got there and it was crap. Utter crap!
Yes, the old stone wine houses were well-preserved, but now they house chain stores and gross restaurants with nouns like "Frog" in their names. The whole thing was bunk. I felt misled! I am all about reuse, but this just felt so new and lacking of character. I didn't even take any pictures in protest. Hurumph!
The saving grace of Bercy (for me) was its brilliant park.
After the bust of Bercy, we went to the Chateau de Vincennes, another piece of ancient history within the city of Paris.
See, it's still got that "walled city" feel.
This shows part of where the Sun King left his mark, building separate king's and queen's residences that are bigger than most city halls.
These guys overtook the joint.
But really my favorite thing about the donjon, and all of the Chateau de Vincennes, in fact, was the graffiti.
Denis Diderot, the finance minister/master embezzler Nicolas Fouquet (see also Vaux-le-Vicomte, his dirty-money hizz-ouse), and the gentleman/utterly conventional Marquis de Sade. (I'm not linking for him; you know what he was up to!)
Those paintings are incredible, but my favorites throughout were the name etchings. Here are some shots of my new obsession.
Is there anything as blissful as a big dog sleeping? <3