G. and I went to a ballet here earlier this summer. I like the juxtoposition of the old and the new in this photo. This is where the Bastille prison, which was destroyed by a group of angry revolutionaries, once stood (of course, there was only 6 or so prisonners there, so it was more symbolic of the “spirit of the french republic”). In the metro station here you can see some of the foundation stones from the prison.
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