Now
a couple of stops have been added to Line 4, closing the circle and making that
line a full loop. It’s also now possible to circle the old town, just outside
the walls, which could not be done before. (There is no public transport inside
the vielle ville – also called the écusson, or shield, due to its shape – the streets are just too narrow.)
I’m
still mystified as to why this is such a Big Deal. So OK, the initial vision is
complete, and now there is a tram line that makes a complete loop around the city
(the first in France!). But, any excuse for a party, so hey, we’ll go along!
The
festivities started at about 7 o’clock, late enough so it was starting to cool
down, with still three hours of daylight left (yes, it stays light very late
here in summer!). First up was a drumming ensemble, 30 drummers from Brazil (I
supposed they were used to the heat, so I didn’t worry about them drumming in
the sun). Then there were speeches by the mayor, city council members, and… Manual
Valls, the Prime Minister of France? Now that’s a big deal. All the way down
from Paris to our little town!
(The
low-level hisses and boos from the crowd reminded us that he, along with President
Holland, is not very popular right now. There’s something about a restrictive
labor law, among other things, that’s got people riled up all over France. The
speech was ok, they just turned up the PA. No doubt M. Valls was glad to get
away from Paris and the Élysée Palace to do something less political.)
Then
some modern interpretations of ballet; music by the Montpellier Symphony
Orchestra. And, finally, a spectacular aerial dance against the face of the Arc
de Triomph, the setting sun providing a warm yet intense illumination.
All
this was held in a park at the north end of the city, in the shadow
(literally!) of the water temple (referred to locally as the Chateau d’eau, or water tower). We’d
been up here any number of times. It’s a great place to watch the sunset, as
the land drops off steeply to the west. Mountain peaks are off to the west
and north, and barely visible to the south-east, the ocean.
The
Chateau d’eau was built in 1768 at
the end of the aqueduct bringing fresh water to Montpellier. The aqueduct itself
is rather spectacular, particularly at night with the blue lighting that’s been
installed. But we couldn’t see the
aqueduct this evening; all the action was in the park in front of the Chateau d’eau, with its alleys of trees
and grassy areas. And the equine statue of Louis XIV, erected in 1718. Yes,
this stuff has been here for a long time, and the celebration really was of
Montpellier itself.
Statue of Lous XIV, with the water temple; note mock-up of the tram, lower left |
Elegant lady, in costume! |
The
new tram extension gives easier access to the patrimoine of Montpellier, its cultural heritage, things historical
and geographic that give a local a sense of history, its place in the world.
Like this park we were in, called Place royal du Peyrou (now with a tram
stop!). Or the next stop up the line, the medical school. Founded sometime
prior to 1200, it is the oldest medical school still operating in France and
the oldest in all of Europe.
So
yeah, there really is something to celebrate here!
Drumming, and dance to the Montpellier Symphony
Spectacular aerial dancing on the face of the Arc de Triomphe
Tables
had been set up, laden with food and drink. Once available, the crowd of 2000 did
not hesitate to take advantage and it was astonishing to see all those lovely
folks storm the table and grab food and drink. But then, we helped ourselves to
some of that fine wine, too!
We
finally left, passed under the arch and headed down the street toward home.
First, though, we paused on the bridge to gaze down at the newly-completed
street and it’s as-yet unused tram rails. A woman also stopped briefly,
exclaimed to her companion “Montpellier really is a beautiful city!” and moved
on. We moved on, too, full of wonder at where we were, and gratitude for the
joy of being there.
New tram stop! Let's party! |
What it's all about... |
Another soft evening in Montpellier: 10PM! |
We did, though, stop at a supermarket on the way home to pick up a baguette and some other essentials. As we were waiting in the check-out line, Paula suddenly looked down at her not-yet-empty souvenir glass and exclaimed, in joyful surprise, “I’m drinking wine in a supermarket!” We were not so far into our cups that we actually burst out laughing, but we came close.
It was a very fine walk
home.
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