Paris Vistas — Text and Context

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Gibbons, Helen Davenport, 1882-1960, Hornby, Lester G. (Lester George), 1882-1956 [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2012 Not confirmed
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Words 92,155
Reading time 401 min
Text sections 9

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Helen Davenport Gibbons blends memoir and travelogue in a series of vignettes about Paris during and after World War I, focusing on domestic life, apartment hunting, and the city's familiar vistas, illustrated by Lester G. Hornby.
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y at the door. When he opened it we ducked down into the basket, and were not seen until the valet dumped us out on the bed.

My first memory of a negro was in Paris. Probably they were common enough in Philadelphia not to have made an impression and I had forgotten that there were black men. I was paralyzed with fear, thinking I saw Croqueminot _en chair et en os_. Marie saved me by teaching me on the spot to stick out my index and little fingers, doubling over the two between. This charm against evil helped and comforted me greatly. I found it useful later when I saw suspicious-looking beggars in Rome. Only, although the gesture was the same, it was _jettatura_ and not _faire les cornes_ in Italy, and the charm was more efficacious if concealed. I was glad my dress had a pocket.

Mama and Marie took us to the Louvre. I was filled with anticipation. For had I not heard some one say at our _pension_ that she had bought things there for a song? Why spend Papa's money if just a song would do? I could sing. Marie had taught me a pretty song about "La Fauvette." I was willing to sing if I could get a doll's trunk. I'd sing two or three songs for a pair of gloves with white fur on them. But when I sang "La Fauvette" they only smiled at me. I asked the saleslady to take me to the toy counter, as I could sing again for things I wanted. I had to explain a whole lot to Mama and Marie and the saleslady. I suppose I cried with disappointment. Then a man in black with a white tie came along and heard the story. He gave me a red balloon and Mama consoled me by buying me a blue velvet dress.

A few months before the war I was walking in the Rue Saint-Honoré with an old American friend who was doing Paris. He was brimming over with French history. Your part was to mention the name of the place you showed him. He would do the rest with enthusiasm and a wealth of detail.

"What is that church?" he asked.

"Saint-Roch," I answered.

"Saint-Roch! Saint-Roch! Saint-Roch!" he cried in crescendo. "Of course, OF COURSE, because this is the Rue Saint-Honoré. The Rue Saint-Honoré!" Beside himself with excitement, he rushed across the street, and up on the steps. I followed, mystified. My friend was waving his cane when I reached his side. "It was here," he announced, as if he had made a wonderful discovery, "right on this spot."

"In Heaven's name what?" I queried.

"The beginning of the most glorious epoch of French history, the birth of the Napoleonic era."

And then he told me the story of how young Bonaparte, called upon to prevent a mob from rushing the Tuileries, put his guns on the steps of Saint-Roch, swept the street in both directions, and demonstrated that he was the first man since '89 who could dominate a Parisian crowd. "You wouldn't have thought there was anything interesting about this old church, would you?" he ended triumphantly.

My eyes filled with tears, and my lips trembled. It was his turn to be mystified, and mine to lead. I took him inside the church, and back to the chapel of Saint Joseph. "Here," I said, "on Christmas Eve I came with my father when I was five years old. It was the first time I remember seeing the Nativity pictured. Good old Joseph looked down on the interior of the inn. The three wise men were there with the gifts. Le petit Jésus was in a real cradle, and I counted the jewels around the Mother's neck. My father tried to explain to me what Christmas means. He died when I was a little girl. I brought my firstborn here on Christmas Eve and the others as they came along. I never knew about Napoleon's connection with Saint-Roch before. And you asked me whether I would have thought there was anything interesting about this old church!"

Gibbons opens her account not with a monument but with a definition: a vista is 'a view, especially a distant view, through or between intervening objects.' She immediately rejects a literal guidebook approach, warning that her book offers no substitute for Baedeker or photographs. Instead, she proposes that memories can serve as 'intervening objects,' making vistas as much temporal as spatial. The Arc de Triomphe, the Madeleine, and the Palais Bourbon become as familiar as 'your mother's face in the doorway of the childhood home.' This personal framing sets the tone for a work that intertwines the city's landmarks with the author's own domestic routines and wartime experiences.

The Apartment as a Lens

Gibbons devotes considerable attention to the practicalities of renting in Paris, turning the search for housing into a recurring motif. She describes the three-month term system, the horror of the inventory, and the meticulous French habit of 'biting a penny.' The lease itself becomes a document of cultural difference: clauses forbid pets and business, yet children are more likely to be refused than dogs. Her account of furnishing an unfurnished apartment—buying simple pieces, selling them at year's end without great loss—reveals a transient, pragmatic approach to home. These details ground the narrative in the material realities of expatriate life, where even a villa rental involves arm's-length sheets recording the state of walls, carpets, and mattresses.

War and the Familiar Skyline

The war intrudes obliquely. Gibbons mentions a Zeppelin floating over the Gare Saint-Lazaire, and notes that Paris has been 'overcrowded' during the conflict. Yet she does not dwell on battles or politics; instead, she observes how the city's landmarks persist unchanged. The obelisk in the Place de la Concorde 'always has been' there, and the Arc de Triomphe looks exactly as it should. This insistence on continuity amid upheaval gives the book its distinctive tone. The vistas she describes—Sacré Coeur seen from apartment-house-lined streets, the Invalides from Pont Alexandre III—are not just views but anchors of normalcy. Her prose moves between the intimate scale of a three-room kitchen and the grand perspective of a city under strain.

Sketches and Words in Parallel

Lester G. Hornby's sixteen illustrations accompany the text, and Gibbons explicitly links her verbal vistas to his visual ones. She writes that 'vistas in words can no more convey the impression of things seen than Lester Hornby's sketches,' establishing a partnership between image and narrative. The illustrations are not decorative but integral: they share the same selective, impressionistic approach. Where a photograph would tick off monuments by name, Hornby's sketches and Gibbons's prose both aim to evoke a feeling of familiarity. This synergy extends to the book's structure, which moves from scene to scene without the systematic coverage of a guide. The reader is invited to see Paris through a double lens—the author's memory and the artist's line.

The Autobiographical Thread

Gibbons acknowledges that her own life keeps coming to the front, and she does not apologize for it. She recounts being lost as a child at the Gare Saint-Lazaire, saying goodbye to her husband there, and raising her family in a series of rented apartments. These personal anecdotes are the 'intervening objects' that shape her vistas. The book is as much about the rhythms of domesticity—finding a suitable apartment, dealing with the concierge, heating costs from November to March—as about the city's famous views. By grounding her observations in the mundane, Gibbons offers a portrait of Paris that is intimate and specific. The reader who expects a conventional travelogue will be redirected instead to the texture of daily life during and after the Great War.

Gibbons's Paris is not a collection of postcard scenes but a lived-in city, measured in leases, inventories, and the familiar silhouette of Sacré Coeur. Readers should approach this book as a memoir of place rather than a guide, letting the author's domestic details and wartime asides accumulate into a composite portrait. The illustrations by Hornby reinforce this personal geography, offering visual echoes of the text's selective, memory-infused views.

Funny how a city's ordinary corners can hold so much weight once the world shifts. Helen's Paris lingers that way, small apartments and quiet streets carrying an entire era. I felt something similar reading Across the Andes — Context and Discussion, where landscape becomes memory too. Some books simply stay with you, like a familiar view you keep returning to. This one does that.

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