Today I was in an office near the Bastille and suddenly, over the noise of the city and the nearby construction, I heard a once-familiar sound-- the ringing of a handbell, persistent and traveling. I rushed to the window, thinking it might be the glass man who used to walk through my neighborhood occasionally. He would ring his bell for a while, then stop, looking around at all the windows to see if anyone was waving at him. Once I got him to come up and fix a glass window pane in a door that one of the kids had rollerbladed through when I wasn't home. It was so convenient and fast, and he was so nice! But old. I hadn't heard that ringing for a long time.
This was another old man, and he was a peddlar in the same fashion. But he was one I wish would come to my neighborhood: a knife sharpener!
"Around where I live they're really a pest," said one of the guys in the office. "When they show up the neighbors all complain about the noise."
They won't have to complain for much longer, I think. I'm glad I've had a chance to witness this disappearing detail of old Paris.
"in an office near the Bastille" -- you meant to say "near Bastille" meaning the metro station with the same name because "the Bastille" does not exist anymore ;)))
Posted by: Martin | 01 December 2012 at 22:46
You're right that I probably should say it that way, but to me the Bastille feels very real and still exists in the Place!
Posted by: Sedulia | 02 December 2012 at 12:00