There is nothing here reminding us of Molière any more,
but just where (or very close to where) we now, behind "L'Institut de France", find the little Square
Gabriel-Pierné, one could in the 17th century find one of the then
hundreds of buildings where one played “jeu-de-paume”,
the ancestor of today’s tennis. Well, Molière was not a tennis player, but let’s
make a small tennis parenthesis:
Jeu-de-paume could be translated palm game. With its
origins in France it was originally played without racquets, just the palms of your hands. The word “tennis”
obviously is a cross-the-Channel version of the French “tenez” which was the word players used when serving. The
scoring system 15, 30, 40 comes probably, or possibly, also from jeu-de-paume. When winning a point, the player had to step back 15 ft, 30 ft.... The word “love”
seems to have its origins in the French “l’oeuf” = the egg, and as because an egg is
round = 0.
When Jean-Baptiste Poquelin at the age of 21, in 1643,
decided to become an actor, joining the Béjart family and creating the “Illustre
Théâtre”, the performances took place here in the « Jeux-de-Paume des
Mestayers”, a building which has since long disappeared. (We can see
Jean-Baptiste’s signature on the act of creation of the theatre company.) Two
years later the troop went bankrupt and Jean-Baptiste had to spend a short
moment in prison until someone kindly payed the debt. This was probably also
the time when, to spare his father of the shame to have an actor in the family,
he changed his name to Molière. I’m not telling the rest of Molière’s life here
and now … J.
So today there is nothing left to see from Molière’s
experiences here. The little square is named after Gabriel Pierné (1863-1937),
a composer, conductor and organist.
There is a fountain to be found. It has been brought here from elsewhere in
Paris and is designed by A-E Fragonard (1780-1830), son of the more famous
Jean-Honoré Fragonard (1732-1806). There is also a more recent statue, “Carolina”,
by Marcello Tommasi (1928-2008)… and an “insect
hotel”.
But the most spectacular thing with the visit to the
little square is perhaps the view of the backside of “L’Institut de France” –
see top picture. We are behind the building - which did not yet exist when
Molière played here – on which I have already posted, e.g. here and here.
Just round the corner is another little square, named
after Honoré Champion (1846-1913), a publisher. Here we can find statues of two
prominent members of the “Age of Enlightenment”, Montesquieu (1689-1755) and
Voltaire (1694-1778).
6 comments:
If I was an insect, I most certainly would be attracted to that shade of green. Is that the color that atracts them? I know birds are atracted to the color red. Some years ago my daughter told me to paint my bird feeders a bright red.
Thanks for the tour and the history. Your photos are lovely and they make me think this place to be so peaceful.
How many generations have been warned about certain attitudes or behaviours of those who were experiencing spite? When there was spite in their love life and thus lost their composure and good breeding? Who would have wanted to be a protagonist in such situations, of a character out of one of Moliere's comedies?
But...we're only human...
Thank you, Peter.
Maria
The little squares are so lovely with their statues. How sad there is little of Moliere still there but his work lives on.
Last May I happened upon both these squares, took a few pictures, but could only identify Voltaire's likeness. Now your information has once more filled out the corners of understanding of a place and its significance.
Lovely post!
Square Gabriel-Pierné has a couple benches in the shape of an open book, where my hubby and I recently paused for a rest :)
Cheers and stay warm this week!
Heureusement que ses écrits restent et sont toujours autant appréciés. Plusieurs de ses pièces se jouent en ce moment à Toulouse, ce n'est jamais démodé.
En ce début d'année, j'ai encore perdu le fil de ton blog, j'en suis toujours à 2016 et je ne sais plus comment le mettre à jour. ça m'énerve.
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