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Seeing Paris through the eyes of filmmaker Woody Allen and 'Midnight in Paris'

PARIS — "So this is Paris," Josephine Baker said when she first arrived in the French capital in 1925. The American entertainer was 19. The Paris that lay before her was a world where a poor black teenager could arrive at the Gare Saint Lazare and a year later have her own show at the Folies Bergére.

It's the Paris of Gil Pender, the winsome lead character in Woody Allen's Oscar-nominated Midnight in Paris, who is magically transported via a 1920s Peugeot back to a time when Gertrude Stein was serving up advice and aperitifs, Salvador Dalí was obsessing about romance and rhinoceroses and Cole Porter was singing about falling in love.

Does any of that Paris still exist outside the imaginations of writers, artists and nostalgic filmmakers? If I went to those characters' haunts, could I too experience the Paris of the '20s?

Using Allen's movie as a loose guide, I set out to find out, beginning at the exact spot where Gil picked up his ride into the past, one of six film locations mapped out on the city of Paris website (paris.fr/english). In the city's student quarter, I stood on the north steps of Saint-Etienne-du-Mont, a 17th century church near the Pantheon. (In the film, this massive domed monument, the burial place of Voltaire and Victor Hugo, was kept out of camera range.) Looking down the rue de la Montagne Ste. Genevieve, I half expected to see an antique car coming up the cobblestones. Instead, I heard the unmistakable sound of jazz.

Was I hallucinating?

I walked toward the sound — past the Bombardier, a bar boasting "real English ales," and past La Capannina, a restaurant serving up 18-euro pasta dishes, until I reached No. 64, a shop with a blue facade and the word "Crocojazz" emblazoned in yellow above the door. The shop, selling used jazz and blues vinyl records, was playing Kenny Dorham's Hot Stuff From Brazil, an album cut in Rio more than 40 years after Cole Porter sang about bees doing it. Across the way at No. 47, another record store was also playing music from the past several centuries: La Dame Blanche specializes in classical music. To its left was Cafe Gaudeamus, a typical French bistro; to its right, a Japanese restaurant, Asia-Tee, featuring sushi. No Cole Porter, but the multi-culti melange of the Jazz Age obviously was alive and well and living in the Latin Quarter.

In the '20s, Paris was jam-packed with foreigners, particularly Americans, lured by the city's promise of sexual freedom, its mania for everything exotic and its ridiculously favorable exchange rate. Some, including Baker, Stein and photographer Man Ray, ended up making Paris their home. Others, such as Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and T.S. Eliot, who all have roles in Allen's cinematic love letter to the City of Light, drifted in and out throughout the decade. Just as in Allen's film, they partied with other foreigners, including the Spaniards Dalí, Picasso and filmmaker Louis Buñuel.

In the film, one of those fetes, a wedding, takes place at Deyrolle, a "cabinet of curiosities" that has been at 46 rue du Bac since 1831, even surviving a devastating fire in 2008. Wandering through its display of stuffed lions, tigers and tarantulas (alas, no rhinoceroses), you can see why the surrealists loved this place. The shop sells everything from snake skeletons to ostrich eggs. And it's free. Dalí, who has his own museum, Espace Dalí at 11 rue Poulbot in Montmartre, was a frequent customer.

Another writers' hangout in Midnight in Paris is the bistro Polidor. In the film, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald take Gil there to meet Hemingway; it turns into a Laundromat when he's yanked back into the 21st century. But the restaurant at 41 rue Monsieur le Prince is still operating, its interior pretty much unchanged for the past 100 years. Patrons, seated together at wooden tables topped with red-and-white-checked paper covers, still eat steak tartare (once called steak a l'Americaine), first served in French restaurants at the beginning of the 20th century. Hemingway ate there, but surely not in the '20s. A struggling writer then, he couldn't afford to eat out anywhere:

"You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food," he writes in A Moveable Feast, his memoir of Paris in the '20s, published posthumously in the '60s. "The best place to go was the Luxembourg Gardens where you saw and smelled nothing to eat all the way from the place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg Museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry."

The Musee du Luxembourg was initially housed in the lavish palace built by Marie dé Medici that still dominates the gardens, but by the '20s, it had been given its own home right next door. That's where Hemingway would have gone to see the Monets, Manets and particularly the Cezannes. By the '40s, the museum had no permanent collection and offered only special exhibits. The Cezannes and other paintings Hemingway devoured so hungrily are now housed at the Musee d'Orsay.

The Luxembourg Gardens, with its gravel pathways, flowering parterres laid out with geometric precision and its statuary tributes to writers and artists, is one of the best ways to experience Paris as it would have looked to the writers of the '20s — if you block out the Tour Montparnasse, the hideous skyscraper built between 1969 and 1972 that spoils the view.

As I walked across the garden, past men playing boules, au pairs pushing baby carriages and entwined lovers oblivious to the Eiffel Tower visible in the distance, it wasn't hard to imagine Hemingway, after a morning of crafting simple sentences, reveling in these scenes of Parisian life.

From the garden, Hemingway could easily go to see Stein at 27 rue du Fleurus, exiting west at the Porte Fleurus, passing, appropriately enough, two old bookstores facing each other at the head of the street. Only a plaque remains to mark the spot where Stein, "built like a peasant woman," and "the friend who lived with her," as Hemingway described Alice B. Toklas, offered him distilled liqueur aperitifs made of plums and wild raspberries as he sat discussing his work before a roaring fireplace in their painting-lined apartment.

Expats still gather on the rue Fleurus, now across the street at No. 34, an annex of the Alliance Francaise called the Hall Fleurus. Instead of aperitifs, there are vending machines on the ground floor dispensing espressos, and tables where students can sit and practice their French. The place offers free movies and walking tours. Last summer, they offered "the Paris of Amelie Poulain," referencing the saucy film character portrayed by Audrey Tautou. Could a Midnight in Paris tour be far behind?

Hemingway didn't have the luxury of such organized activities, but he did have Sylvia Beach's English-language bookstore, Shakespeare and Company, at 12 rue de l'Odeon. He often went there for the chicken dinners that Beach served in her apartment above the shop. Fitzgerald and Joyce met there in 1928. Again, only a plaque is left to mark this spot where Ulysses was first published, but next door there is — what else? — a French bookstore, the Librarie Guénégaud, housed in a building where Thomas Paine once lived.

The spirit of Sylvia Beach's enterprise, though, lives on at the new Shakespeare and Company at 37 rue de la Bucherie, opened in 1951 by George Whitman. In his film Allen includes a shot of the quirky bookstore. Whitman died in December at age 98, but his daughter, whom he named Sylvia in honor of Beach, carries on her father's tradition of comforting struggling writers much as Stein did. The shop's warren of rooms packed with used and new books still includes a place for down and out writers to crash. When I stopped by, someone was giving an impromptu concert on the upstairs piano.

No, it still wasn't Cole Porter, but by this time I was realizing, as Gil Pender finally does in Midnight in Paris, that seeking out Paris in the '20s is a futile quest. There is no "perfect" era in which to experience Paris. Like the mille-feuilles that taunt you in every pastry shop, the city is composed of a thousand leaves of time overlapping each other at every turn. Everyone has to create his own Paris.

Leaving Shakespeare and Company, right across the Seine from Notre Dame, I ended my time-traveling at the Place Jean XXIII, the tiny park behind the cathedral with its superb view of the flying buttresses. It's where Gil sits on a park bench with the tour guide from the Rodin Museum, played by French first lady Carla Bruni, who is translating a book he bought from a bouquiniste along the Seine. The park is a free Wi-Fi hotspot, one of dozens offered by the city throughout Paris, making them almost as ubiquitous here as bookstores.

There I re-entered the 21st century, Skyping my husband in Florida to tell him all about my time in Paris — circa 2011.

Margo Hammond is the former Times book editor. She teaches monthly memoir-writing workshops at the Salvador Dalí Museum in St. Petersburg and blogs at creativelatebloomers.blogspot.com. From May 3-6, she is offering a travel writing workshop at the Chateau des Sablons, an 18th century castle turned hotel in France's Loire Valley. Visit www.historicrentals.com.

. IF YOU GO

Woody Allen's Paris

Getting there

Delta offers a one-stop flight to Paris from Tampa with a plane change in Atlanta. Fares start at about $900 round-trip. There are other options out of Tampa with stops in New York, etc.

Where to stay

Hotel Henri IV,

25 Place Dauphine;

www.henri4hotel.fr

Budget hotel on the Ile de la Cite, founded in 1840 and family-run since 1937. Rates from about $85.

Hotel Bastille Speria, 1 rue de la Bastille, www.hotel-bastille-speria.com

In the Marais district, near the Bastille, Place des Vosges. About $165 and up.

Where to eat

Polidor, 41 rue Monsieur Le Prince; www.polidor.com

A favorite bistro of James Joyce and Ernest Hemingway, founded in 1845 and moved to its current Latin Quarter location more than 100 years ago. Try steak tartare for $18 or daily specials ranging from $14 to $23.

La Mediterranee,

2 Place de l'Odeon;

www.la-mediterranee.com

Elegant restaurant with murals by painter-illustrator Christian Bérard, logo designed by Jean Cocteau. Prix-fixe menus start at $37.

What to do

Espace Dalí,

11 rue Poulbot;

www.daliparis.com/english

Dalí museum in Mont-

martre, specializing in his sculptures and engravings. Open 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. (8 p.m. July and August). $14.

Deyrolle, 46 rue du Bac; www.deyrolle.com

Curiosity shop founded in 1831, where Dali and other surrealists were once customers. Open 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday; 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. (closed from 1-2 p.m.) Monday.

CrocoJazz, 64 rue Montagne Ste. Genevieve; www.crocodisc.com

Specializing in amateur jazz and blues and offering used and new vinyls and CDs. Open 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday.

Shakespeare and

Company, 37 rue de la Bucherie; shakespeare

andcompany.com

English-language bookstore, in the Latin Quarter, opposite Notre Dame. Open 10 a.m. to 11 p.m. Monday through Friday and 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. Saturday and Sunday.

Seeing Paris through the eyes of filmmaker Woody Allen and 'Midnight in Paris' 02/11/12 [Last modified: Saturday, February 11, 2012 3:30am]

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