On a black night, in the misery of a rainy Paris winter, I scamper past Place de La Republique into the upper east corner of Le Marais. Suddenly, I see a burst of color emanating from a narrow set of stairs.
This mysterious passage looks run-down, filthy even. On closer inspection one I see that it’s filled with a battery of enigmatic street-art and murals.
It’s curious, a bit eerys even. The wall reads like modern-day hieroglyphics.
A steep descension underneath several buildings.
The altitude drop is more curious–it reveals its age. In fact, Passage du Pont aux Biches is a remaining portal between medieval and modern Paris. It served as Rue du Pont Aux Biches, which led to the castle walls.
It dates back to 1550. The road below is stone-laden and narrow, and up above you have a modern road meant for thoroughfare.
As for the spectrum of colors at night, I haven’t found out the reason.
Not yet.
Tuesday 26 January
African | Bowtie 